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	It seemed that the message that Ixion wanted to get into the vampire’s thick skull didn’t get through. The hand of the vampire that gripped the arm that the blade was in that gave the indication of that. While the response from his fallen comrade took him by initial surprise, the retort was something that he had expected. As his frame fell backwards, he rolled over his right shoulder and got back onto his feet, the blade pointing right at the vampire’s head as he recovered, halting any possible attack to him. Despite the defensive position, ready to go onto the offensive if the vampire attacked, only the muttered words came out. Still uncomfortable from resisting I’on’s spell with everything he has, he retorted his words. “If it wasn’t for the fact that there are forces in work that are greater than the both of us, I would be more than happy to strike you down. And being able to fend him off…” The emphasis on him was referring to the Fixer. “… By myself whilst you had been clearing things up with I’on, you can be assured that you will be dispatched without much difficulty.” Despite the words, the sword arm slowly dropped to his side. “However, we have a common enemy and a possible proposition from the Sisters, so we have to settle our differences at another point in time.”

	He turned to the sisters as they spoke to them. The spell that I’on had cast, while it did eventually wash over him, was dispelled. Resisting the spell for as long as he did in order to get his message through to the vampire had tired him out both mentally and spiritually and made the spell’s effect last for a shorter amount of time. While he was still annoyed with the vampire with the fracas, he wasn’t at the level that wanted to kill him. As the sisters spoke, the assassin hesitated at the thought of unmasking himself. He certainly didn’t want to unveil his face in the group with the possibility of being seen by an outsider, but he also didn’t want to scare his comrades with the hideous features that lied underneath. However, trust was the only thing that was needed at this moment in time, so he had to do what was must. “While I shouldn’t reveal my face due to my profession and creating a target on my back with rivals, if that is needed in order to create more trust, then so be it.”

	Without another word, he reached across with his left hand to the right side of his face, unfastening the cowl. As he relaxed his hand, the fabric slowly tumbled from his face, swaying from its tied location on the right side until it stopped. He finally revealed what was underneath the cowl for the first time since wearing it in the presence of other people: A scarred mess. The tip of his nose, the uppermost point that the cowl was covering, was completely gone, the split to the nasal passage visible to all. While the scarred flesh didn’t have signs that they were caused by any weapon, it certainly had looked like it was melted, though weather by an unknown potion or by flames. On both side of his face, gaps in the flesh revealed damaged teeth, appearing to be damaged from the same attack that revealed them. On some cases on either side of his face, his jaw line was eroded down to the bone. The scarring carried on down his neck, hinting that it carried on down to his torso. He decided to hold onto his affiliation to the Grand Master when introducing himself. He’s still yet to decide on whether to revealing it if asked. “My name is Ixion Ecthalion, the sole survivor of the Ecthalion line.”