“Oh! Ahaha, well yes, let’s work together to do the best we can do!” Melody replied with a wide smile. Spencer couldn’t decide on whether to snicker or roll his eyes at the pathetic display of affection being given. Shrugging, he ended up on committing to both; Melody didn’t seem to mind or even notice. “Right then! Shall we continue our hunt and slaughter of the Catalyst?” Spencer waved his arms merrily before leading the way. Hands hooked in his pockets, he allowed both Melody and Cyrias to pass by him before walking beside Jackson, as if contradicting his posture. “Can I assume the baby didn’t make it?” He asked this with a hidden glint in his eye, his low voice echoing with hidden amusement.

Paying no attention to the comments of their supervisors, Cyrias went ahead and left the two others behind. At the moment, he only wanted to pay attention to Melody. She was gorgeous, for the lack of a better fitting word. The word gorgeous didn't quite do justice to elfs' beauty. "You can assume that it's none of your business, you rat." Jackson snapped in return, although she couldn't hide the pained look in her eyes, which said more than a thousand words. Why would she want to share the details of her private life with an idiot like him?

_"You can assume that it's none of your business, you rat." _ “Ahahaha, oh come on Miss Jackson! You’re seriously calling me a _rat_? Ahaha, oh man that’s rich!” Spencer said with little to no regard to her pain. In fact, he rather enjoyed the gleam of despair reflecting off her eyes and smirked widely. “Savor that pain commander,” he said lightly. “Because the next few days will be filled with all sorts of it!” Taking no heed of their instructor’s conversation behind them, Melody could only assume Jackson had said something funny to get Spencer riled up like that. Still, she had other matters to attend to, mostly a staring minotaur. “Um, heh, so what made you join the Imperium?” she asked casually, for lack of a better conversation starter.

"Laugh at me again and I'll break your neck, l swear." Jackson warned, glaring at Spencer. "Why I joined? That's not a very interesting tale, I'm afraid. I simply needed a job, but other than fighting, I have not much talents, so a job like this seemed fitting enough." Cyrias explained.

_"Laugh at me again and I'll break your neck, I swear."_ “Ooh, scary!” Spencer mocked, shrugging off her threats idly. “Make no mistake commander, I’m simply assuring myself that you’re still capable of getting the job done. After your little mishap, we wouldn’t want you slipping up on the job, right?” _"Why I joined? That's not a very interesting tale, I'm afraid. I simply needed a job, but other than fighting, I have not much talents, so a job like this seemed fitting enough." _ Melody frowned, looking up at her newfound partner. “You give yourself little compliment,” she said. “Come now! I’m sure you’ve got a lot of cool skills regardless of your reason for joining, right? Well at least, I think you do.” On the other side of the city, Kiara was quickly putting on her coat before waking up the others. They needed to move now, before the next Grand Summoning was conducted….

"A miscarriage is not a simple mishap. And it's no importance to you anyway. But in case you forgot, I'm an assasin, and an excellent one at that. I'm hired to murder people, and I'd be damned if I screw an important one like this up." Jackson answered, her voice sounding unfriendly. "Little compliment? I think you misunderstand, fair maiden. You see, us Minotaurs value strength quite much. We have friendly battles with others, and it's not uncommon for two males to fight to win the favour of a potential mate, if they both happen to be interested in the same female. So when I call my combat skills a talent, I speak of them proudly. I suppose you could say that I'm showing off a little." Cyrias explained, chuckling awkwardly. The others were waking up slowly, unaware of what was going on in the city.

“Ahaha, yes of course!” Spencer said aloud. “Ah, that’s right. You’re supposed to be the assassin out of our merry little band, right? Well pardon me then oh so stealthy one!” Summoning a portal from his left hand, Spencer began to step forward into it. He stopped though, turning as if to confirm something before making known his hasty departure from the group. “Sorry to say, everyone, but I’ve still got more work to do. Mrs. Jackson, if you find some time other than feeling sorry for yourselves, I suggest you find the Catalyst before…say this afternoon?” He waved at Melody and Cyrias before phasing away in the portal. Noting that her superior was gone and out of sight, Melody sighed dejectedly. “It’s like he’s always just abandoning us,” she muttered, unaware that Cyrias was explaining his race’s heritage to her. “S-Sorry, what was that again?” she asked in an apologetic manner. Back at the motel, Kiara started quickening her pace but practically ripping off the bed sheets. She was obviously concerned, and with good reason; her left hand had began to glow with a pulsating blue light. The Volunta was calling her…and it was hungry.

"Well, you better get used to it. He does that all the time and is hardly helping." Jackson said in response to Melody, before heading back to where she had seen the other group last. Cyrias repeated his earlier explanation to Melody, seemingly not bothered by it. Elliot and Trixie were awake and getting ready. "What's wrong?" Elliot asked.

_"What's wrong?"_ “I’m what’s wrong. In a short sense of things.” Kiara widened her eyes and whirled around to see Spencer standing casually near the room door. He wore his innocent smile plainly for all to see, and was unfazed by his sudden intrusion into the small room. “H-How did you-” “I cheated! I can do that you know.” The Catalyst took her stance, ready to summon Volunta. However, a sudden surge of power burst out and she grunted as pain began to instantly envelop her arm. Watching this, Spencer smirked gleefully. “Oh? I think that toy of yours wants out soon…”

Elliot glared at Spencer, readying a fireball in his hands. He would have problem with hurting the man. He never really liked Spencer anyway. Knowing she'd be no use if this things would cause a fight, Trixie made herself useful and woke up Gilwith.

“Ngn…aah!” Kiara cried out in pain as her hand suddenly burst out into silver flames. Although it didn’t appear her flesh was burning, her pained grunts were evident enough of her plight. Spencer grinned happily at the sight before him; with expert ease, he casually tossed a knife in Elliot’s direction, the blade pinning his clothing down on the bed. “I’ll deal with you later traitor,” he informed the Elf before walking to Kiara. “Hurts doesn’t it? That weapon you stole has a mind of its own, right? Heh, and trust me, it’s damn well hungry, isn’t it?” At once, he twirled around to block a strike from Giltwith’s massive sword. Having been awoken by Trixie, he put more weight on the blade and drove Spencer back. “Ahaha, this is _fun_!” Spencer said.

Trixie tried to help the best she could, getting rid of the knife that was holding Elliot down. She had no idea how else she could be of much more use, though. This time, Elliot didn't hesitate to throw a fireball towards Spencer, not waiting again.

Kicking Giltwith away, Spencer spun around and deflected the oncoming flaming projectile with a neat twirl of his knives. The fire was sent hurling at the nearby wall, causing a massive hole to rip open. Smirking, he leapt back into an already waiting portal. “Bye now!” he said, before winking out of existence. Meanwhile, Kiara’s hand began to get worse as the Volunta now summoned itself in her palm. Pulsing with a faint, blue light, Kiara gritted her teeth as the pain surged again. A shrill grating sound was heard, and it was as if the gunsword was…growling.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?" Elliot asked worried, looking at Kiara. Meanwhile, Trixie rushed over to Gilwith and helped him get back up again. "I'm sorry I couldn't help. I wasn't programmed for situations like this, so I'm useless in a fight."