@shylarahKetsuoana, who had been completely masked both in chakra and from Amune's Sight suddenly spoke, and with his words came a sudden and intense conspicuousness. His power dwarfed Tsitua's a hundred times over. He was shorter than their leader by a couple inches, but equal in muscle mass. A quartered circle with a 'Z' centered on it was branded on his chest along with some tattooed inscriptions. He had thick, black, buzzed hair and experienced features. He was old. Very old. Even though he didn't look it, his age was so great that Amuné would be able to sense the very concept of thousands of years passed in him. His eyes were pitch black, excluding a thin whit circle with an equally white spec for a pupil. She would feel that he could see right to her very core. He could see things she couldn't even comprehend. He wore a pair of loose pants that were strapped down at the calf just above bare feet. The black fabric was clearly Asian in origin, almost like what some kind of monk might wear. It was held to his waist by a wide, obi- like belt with the same insignia printed on it as was scarred on his chest.
He regarded her with an unreadable expression and said simply, "Silence, Mae." He was looking at Amuné, but Mae received the message. Hearing his deep, rugged voice, she immediately dropped to one knee, as one would to a king, and replied.
"Apologies, Lord Ketsuoana."
Ket's presence and ease of focus immediately overpowered the youn Seer's imbalance, settling the waters of her chakra almost immediately. He couldn't help her mood, but he wasn't about to let her energy go haywire. After this he turned his gaze to the firey-haired woman and spoke again.
"You know nothing of being hunted for your entire life. To be sought with intent to harness your power. You are weak, and therefore have no say."
"Understood, Lord Ketsuoana." She replied quickly, lowering her head even further.
"No, it is not." He retorted. His eyes went back to Amuné. She was likely surprised at a being of his stature appearing seemingly from nowhere, but he could see that she was accustom to surprise; even if she had, for the first time, never Seen him ever appearing at all. He was above time itself, and was one of three beings in the physical realm that exsisted outside the strings of fate.
He was Lord Ketsuoana Zerusealious.
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Orion had an angrily confident look on his face, not that she could see it, but his tone conveyed it, "Not quite." He said, placing one hand on the girl's head. She had come to be like a little sister in his eyes within the last day or so. He moved his hand behind her head and pulled it to his chest in another embrace. "You haven't seen the half of what the Circle is capable of. We will win." And with that he released her and left. He would meet Cain and go back to the ship to report his intel.