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Ixion would not be able to see it, due to Morgan's shuttered masked eyes, but eyelids shifted to small slits of disdain as the vampire replied to the assassin's threat, "Indeed we shall." As Morgan stood and directed his attentions to the sisters with "request" to talk, he couldn't help but wonder if he had been over his head just a moment ago. The hooded assassin was fast - uncannily fast. But nothing pointed to something vampire-esque. Was it magic that made his adversary so fast? Or was it something else...?

However, the unfolding events caused Morgan to push such thoughts aside. He had not expected such an outcome; out of all of the things that could have happened during the rapidly evolving, and definitely dangerous, affairs, the sniffer would have never expected such secretive people to literally unveil their identities so quickly. It was to the point where Morgan thought that the blue haired sister - or rather Rose - was making a sarcastic quip, until her mask and her sister's masks were removed with a reluctant sigh. [i][color=fff200]'Surely she isn't expecting all of us to--'[/color][/i] But then the assassin revealed his name with the removal of his own mask - his full name. Such power lied with knowing a full name. [color=fff200][i]'Is he mad? Giving away such information is suicide in some circles... Is it not?'[/i][/color] Despite hunting those who practiced magic, Morgan knew actually very little about magic or how it exactly worked. Knowledge of such affairs was limited to campfire rumors and military myths. All he knew was that depending on the type of user, he or she was able to spew fire from their hands, call upon the elements, or something of the like. The vampire cursed his lack of knowledge for the second time that day, reaffirming his need for information beyond what he assumed or guessed.

Rose was right, though. The point of no return was upon them. Trust must be given fully, otherwise they would reassume their hostile position. [color=fff200][i]'Judging by my "allies" and the sisters... Survival would be a slim outcome...'[/i][/color] Looking once to each person present, Morgan was torn between secrecy and survival. In the end, however, his choice would be living another day. With a irritated mixture of a sigh and hiss, gloved hands reached into his deep hood to untie his mask. Once the task was done, the mask would be removed with his left hand, his right hand brushing back both hood and his copious amount of hair from his crimson eyes to reveal his bearded face and heavily tattooed face. Morgan's gaze would be cold and sharp as the vampire spoke half bowing in a subtly mocking manner towards the recently introduced assassin, [color=fff200]"Greetings Ixion Ecthallon, last of his name. I am Morgan."[/color]