Cyolx looked back at his brother his eyes misting over.
Kinxu sat crossed legged on the table, trying to get sense of everything being said. She watched the body on the ground, wondering if it would awake while they were talking.
The man on the ground stirred "Quick everyone draw your weapons he can poison anything even the air in this room" Yelled Cyolx as he drew his rapier
Kinxu quickly jumped off the table and ejected her nails even farther, ready to attack is needed.
Rauxlen set her book down, and pulled out both of her guns, ready for an attack.
Xina suddenly felt scared and her head started pounding. She groaned and grabbed her head.
The man on the floor opened his eyes and rose slowly. "Stop, we all have our weapons drawn." Cyolx ordered. The man grinned and suddenly disappeared. when he re-appeared he was behind Xina scythe at the ready.
The Superior moved quickly. He would not let anyone be hurt. The Superior delivered a round house kick to the man's head (just barely missing Xina). The stranger was knocked against the wall, but when he tried to move, he couldn't. He got right in the stranger's face, Do you realize I can create a psychic bomb inside you? If I were you, I'd choose my words carefully... Everyone was stunned not just at The Superior’s actions, but they realized they weren't hearing his words with their ears, but with their minds...
The man simply grinned, "Indeed you can plant a mind bomb but in the time it takes to detonate i could have poisoned each and everyone of you." It was obvious everyone was trapped. Cyolx looked desperate
"Cyntax don’t, I will fight you in a 1-on-1 match." His brother looked pleased. "Very well we will duel tomorrow in The Alter of Naught. You better be prepared" With that word he slipped back into a portal and was gone.
After he had disappeared into the portal. He then turned to Cyolx, "Didn't you duel him before?" asked Txamt, "and lost?". Txamt had to be blunt for this point of moment since there could be a chance for Cyolx to fade back to nothingness thanks to his brother. Txamt may not like Cyolx but he cares about him for the sakes of the Organization.
Cyolx glanced over at Txamt and asked, "Oh, and your so much better at fighting in a narrow hall way, when people are calling you for a meeting." Cyolx walked into a portal of darkness and appeared in his room where he laid on his bed deep in thought.
"Whiner" said Txamt. He knows that he would've fought better than him even if people were calling me to the meeting room. Excuses, Excuses, that man's full of~ he then stopped on the middle of his "thought-sentence". "So how many members have to be here before you can tell us what's up?" asked Txamt to the Superior. "After all, you did request us to meet you here" said Txamt.
Kaxsra stared where the man got away, but he did not ignore Txamt. We must first deal with this threat... I want Cyolx to tell me everything he knows about this "brother" Kaxsra then turned to Txamt I have a special job for you...