[u]Lumen Solis – Lux – 2346 hours[/u] The boy was prowling once more, weaving through the streets of the busiest district in the City of Lights; the district that never slept. His pale blond hair was drenched in sweat, plastered to his forehead, his pale skin. The boy sprinted through the crowds, his head constantly looking over his shoulder. He was being chased, yet again, for things he'd done in the past. Terrible things, that he still had nightmares about. The sprint continued until the boy finally turned into an alleyway, hiding behind a large, rectangular garbage container. There was no way to shake them off. That only left him one thing to do... and he didn't want to do it, but alas. The sinister rune on his right forearm glowed crimson. He grit his teeth as agony flowed through him, and a sword of bone and leather formed in his right hand. That was when three men rounded the corner, each holding a pistol of some sorts. "Luna," Ike desperately whispered. It was a spell in the tome given to him by his mentor, Alonfé. The thought of dying before their next lesson made Ike shiver; what if the man, who showed such kindness to Ike, were to be forced to wait... and wait... and wait...? He shook his head. That couldn't happen. After whispering the word, a formation of a shadowy, inky black substance formed in his left hand. It gave off a chilling, dark aura, creepily unnatural. He waved his hand and it became a shield of some sorts. Before he rushed out to face the men, he recalled the lessons of his other mentor, Charlia. In swordsmanship. He ran through the motions in his head, and finally nodded to himself. Ike rushed out from behind the garbage, holding the shield out between him and the men. They would immediately fire, bullets flying towards the shield. As they struck the inky substance, they would disintegrate completely. He made strafing runs with the shield held out until the men ran out of ammo. Then it was straightforward from there. The first of the three was first stabbed in the abdomen, before Ike twirled and pulled the sword out, his left hand forcing the man over so he could impale the blade through the back of his neck. Crimson dust seemed to leave the corpse, being absorbed into Ike–life force. His eyes became crimson, no longer their original icy blue. He immediately turned towards the next man, stabbing him in through the heart and using him as a meat shield, tanking the bullets from the final man. Once he was force to reload, Ike dropped the body and body slammed the man into the wall, his left hand holding him by his chest while his right impaled the man straight through the Adam's Apple with his blade. The aggressors had been slain. Gasping for breath, Ike fell to the ground, body now drenched in blood. Luckily, the festival was too bright and loud for the encounter to have drawn any attention... or so Ike thought.

"Looks like somebody made a [b]bloody[/b] mess." [i]The MSES clad man looked down at Ike, his appearance was rather bulky due to carbon nanotubes packed tightly within the armor, the exosuit itself was mildly remarkable, with dragon scales on it and even 'dragon claws' on the fingers. Samuel's features were hidden, behind an engineering marvel of a folding helmet. It was vaguely shaped like a dragons, a reminder of who he killed for this. Underneath was a slightly amused Sam, crossing his arms. Needless to say, his little scuffle attracted attention. Whether it was good or bad was currently unknown. But in case the kid tried to jump him, he kept a hand on his HF blade.[/i]

Ike's first reaction was a silent, inward groan. [i]Another[/i] person who wanted to kill him. He was, quite frankly, sick of being targeted for things he'd done when his mind wasn't quite right; but he understood their reasoning. And yet he would force himself to live on. And so he pushed himself to his feet, gritting his teeth as the crimson dust from the bodies drifted over and were absorbed into Ike's body. He let out a soft sigh as the life force replenished his energy and strengthened his muscles, sharpened his senses. He then gazed at Sam, caution in his expression and stance. His left hand was behind his back, resting on a magic tome hidden away from the man, while the tip of his sword was pointed at Sam in caution. "Wh-what?" He stuttered out. "I guess you're here to kill me or something, right?" Part of him wondered why his existence was nothing but a constant fight for survival. But that was something unimportant; he had to focus.

[i]Samuel had unsheathed his HF Blade in a flash, electric sparks emitting as vibrations coursed right through it.[/i] "Oh come the fuсk on! Not one of you magic punks!" [i]He had exclaimed, gripping the blade tightly. Sam was pissed to say the least, he never really liked mages, but he was probably gonna give this one a small chance.[/i] "Put the blade down son. I will not hesitate to use force on you."

Ike hesitantly lowered the blade, pointing the tip at Sam's feet instead of at his face. He wasn't gonna disarm just because somebody said they wouldn't hesitate to use force though. His left hand remained /BEHIND HIS BACK/, touching the tome that Sam /COULD NOT SEE/. He didn't know what Sam wanted, besides the obvious assumption that it was Ike's head, but he knew that whatever it was, it wasn't gonna be good for him.

[i]Sam was quickly growing ever more suspicious.[/i] "I meant drop the blade, I'm not gonna try any shit unless you do...I just want a couple questions answered." [i]His eyes narrowed when he noticed Ike's hand behind his back, and aimed the blade towards Ike's throat. With one stab, he could've ended Ike's cannibalism career. While he certainly did not know what Ike was hiding, the hand was obvious enough, especially on a 13 year old.[/i] "Both hands, now!" [spoiler]look I'm gonna be completely honest. I kind of don't want to do this. Sam really has no reason to do this. It feels way out of character for him.[/spoiler]