"Go on, then." [i]Irina waved for the shadowy figurine to summon his master. There was a certain flare in her eyes, as if she had actually wanted the audience with the man, the murderer of Lothran. Though there was one emotion that primarily took over the woman's expressions:[/i] [i]Vengeance.[/i]

Whatever you say, oh grand mistress. *The shadow sighs, taking out a strange black device. Multiple hexagonal screens around it converge together to form a large screen, and after a moment, a connection goes through. After a second, Mortar's face shows on the screen* Hey, Mortar. I've got someone here who wants to talk to you, I'm sure you'll LOVE to see her again. *Before Mortar can say anything the shadow hands Irina the device* Mortar: Oh, it's you... Should have guessed that much.

"Hi, Morty." [i]A resounding wave of jeers, insults, vulgarities, and worse would sound, once Mortar's face was finally revealed to the crowd of the arena. Irina had still leaned upon her newest sword, the blade stuck into the depths of the arena's dusty earth still.[/i] "You don't happen to be too busy, do you? Good. I believe the time's about ripe.. for a trial by combat. To the death. You win, and I don't tear apart the dragon family.. because I'm dead. If I win.. I teat apart the dragon family because you're dead. ...decisions."

*Mortar seems almost impervious to the jeers, and a smile almost forms on his face, almost taunting Irina with it* Oh, so you DID want to rip them apart? Sorry, no can do, they've already been relocated, just in case. Don't worry, I'm sure there are plenty of things at the Dojo that you can rip apart instead: Animals, plants, those tough bagels in the center of town, you name it. *This time a smile DOES form on his face, however fleeting, as he quickly wipes it away* Also, judging by my scouts, you've been murdering people with no fault to you, which is no Bueno if you ask me, just to get me here? All that trouble for me, huh? Seems like either you have a crush on me, which is highly unlikely, or, in the depths of that warped, twisted, sick mind of yours, you've developed a little bit, just the teensiest bit of fear of me. I can see why: Ex God, Lord of Cinder, Thief of Souls, and Giver AND Taker of life. Anyone can kill someone, but it's hard to bring someone back.

"That's why there are still dragons and Hayes here, right. Don't lie to me, your fibs won't get you too far in this game." [i]Irina merely studied that smile, her icy blue glare unmoving and as cold as the deepest caverns of the Ko-Rudo mountains. It was truly emotionless, without a merciful thought nor feeling. Just a cold, pale statue that could speak, threaten, and kill.[/i] "Name me a few recent kills that didn't add together. Go." [i]At that, Irina would simply wait. Lola and this new dragon woman.. Lola, she rammed the family greatsword into. The new one, she had cleaved her head off entirely. Good times.[/i]

A few of mine or a few of yours, because, if I am speaking from all honesty, all I can really confirm for you is that mutilated furry. And you don't believe me when I say they aren't there? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but the lot of them: Serenity, Leyla, and their kids, are all with me, so... *He smiles once again. Not only has he hidden them, they are in a place which no one but he and those he permits can go. A completely different dimension, of small size, of course. A pocket dimension, rapidly growing into a self-supporting town. His pride, and his most secret project. He looks Irina dead in the eye when he speaks again* You know, I always thought that, even in the back of my mind, that you COULD have changed, and NOT have to become what you are now. Your ideas scare me, that part was obvious, however beneath the blood and scarred flesh you're still human, and in the end, depending which path you go down, that will be your triumph or your death.

[i]The comment about "being human" would strike a little deeper than Irina would intend for it to get, though that emotionless, icy complex would simply be all that remained on the Vileblood's face. If the Hayes were truly gone from this world.. good, the Vileblood would inquire. She had quite the reasoning of why she wanted the rival family gone..[/i] "And what about the rest of them, then? Sketch? Quincy? Even better.. no, I'll keep that surprise for later on. No matter. I don't fear you for what you are. Nor do I love you for it, either. Though.. obsession would be more accurate. I understand that one day, someone's going to end this life of mine. But by then, I'll get everything important to me.. finished."