[Inspiritional Title Here] [Vetur|Inv]

Whilst the youth seemingly did not notice Chareos. The bount had almost immediately picked up on his presence, the appearance to his photo was starkly similar and it didn't take him long to put two and two together. Giving pursuit as the youth took off towards a nearby tree line, Chareos calmly slid the manila folder back into the fold of his suit. So far so good, he hadn't been detected, that would always work to his advantage in these situations. Skidding to a halt on another building overlooking the area, the bount was about to engage when something gave him pause.

The youth created a snowball in his hands and casually tossed it at a nearby pair of humans. That was definitely odd, especially given the current climate, Chareos eyes narrowed slowly, growing more wary of the youth in that single action. No ordinary human could do such.

Schatten Damon, he probed into the depths of his subconscience. Master, came the almost instinctive reply.

Remain on standby, I may require your assistance on this one.

Of course.

Leaping off the rooftop of the building, the bount would land softly some 10 or so meters behind the youth. His piercing amber eyes digging into his counterparts back, if the youth wasn't aware of him he certainly would be now. Allowing his bloodlust to brim forth, Chareos had no reiatsu to emit per se, but he could allow his intentions to seep into his reishi and make his ambitions known then.

That would be the last warning he'd give, in a flash he would appear behind the youth, his right arm held across his body, bent at the elbow. If his opponent didn't respond, he would deliver a sharp chop to the kid's neck just where it met his shoulders.

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As his arms swept through the empty space where the youth had once been, Chareos allowed his reishi to flow out. Ascertaining the kid's new location just as quickly as he appeared. In truth he had anticipated the dodge, the blow was not a powerful one but more of a probe to gauge speed, reaction and reflex. From what he'd just seen he'd ascertained that the kid's speed was just on par with his own, if not but fractionally slower, a slight advantage towards the bount's years of experience if anything. Still, it all but confirmed that this kid was far from ordinary.

Exhaling softy Charoes could feel a subtle drop in temperature, akin to a wafting cool breeze. His amber eyes slid in their sockets to lock, almost piercingly, onto his foe's new location, for a moment he pondered whether to even dignify the kid's question with an answer. Entering into another step the bount's large body would flicker from view, appearing to the kid's (right hand) side, his own left leg extended outwards as he pivoted on his right to deliver a sweeping kick to the midsection.

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That was the second blow dodged and once again the kid seemed to try and put distance between himself and the bount, landing on the branch of a separate tree. As fast as he was in his own right Chareos could tell that the kid's speed was going to pose a problem, at the very worst it would drag out this encounter longer than he himself wanted. More irritatingly however was that the kid himself didn't seem to be taking this very seriously, did he want to die? or was he simply hiding something? No matter his apprehension would come back to bite him in ass within the following moments

Rather than responding to the man's question the bount very calmly removed the coat of his suit, neatly folding it and placing it on the branch he was standing on. Rolling up his left sleeve to reveal a spiked glove on his left hand. Not stopping at the elbow the bount would roll it all the way up to his shoulder.

Schatten Damon, he probed his subconscience once more. I'm awake, Master, came the response, shall we wrap this up then? Chareos smiled a flat, crooked smile.

Lets

The spiked glove seemed to glow, dark reishi engulfing it that seemed to grow in size until it covered his entire left arm before immediately dispersing to reveal a large golden gauntlet. The youth would not be afforded any time to gawk at this transformation for the bount would appear in front of him almost instantly after its completion, his notable rise in speed apparent as this time as his (left) fist would already be cocked back as he did so.

In his current state, the kid wouldn't be able to dodge this so easily. As Chareos let the wicked left hook fly he would aim it directly at the youth's chest, using the impact to directly push him into, and rebound off of,the tree. A second blow in the form of black, shadowy fist of reishi the size of a beachball would explode out from his gauntlet immediately after, the sheer force and power pushing the bount back some distance (2-3m) in recoil as it would travel the short distance between his fist and the youth's body.

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