"This old model should be just fine actually, keep the new one sealed until I return. By then I want it fully upgraded to the specifications that I desire, failure to do so will result in a dead relative." The technicians scurry away with the body as Psyron stood under the lights, he looked at his body and does a quick rundown of its systems. "fully functional" the reassurance gave him an air of arrogance as the takes his stride to the portal, for this task he is minimally but adequately armed. A chainsaw knife for close quarters and slitting throats of more persistent superhuman threats, the lucky bayonet which makes the kill easier akin to how AIDS systematically destroys the immune system, Gun fingers just to give the opponent ten good reasons to back off, some twenty knife bombs with their variants and the greatest weapon of them all. The Body. A portal simmers in front of his path and he steps forward into the chromatic glow Upon his entry to the ice zone he noticed that some thermic charges went off as expected, however it seems that signs of life are present in the area indicating that the opponent did not perish in the ensuing blast. The reaction is an interesting one, a javelin of frost which extinguished the hungry flames. Stealth moves naturally as he strides above the thin layers of snow, behind the tree he makes his observation before his cover was pierced by the greeting.
He initially heard that they wanted an assistant lecturer in the way of the sword. This guy looks over qualified. White hair, black beard, about six foot tall, judging by the biometric scan he is about seven decades old, and overall non-human somewhat orcish physique (very similar to the one featured in that popular online game). He initiated with a phrase and now Psyron reacts by picking up speed, first to remove himself from his opponent's sight but not to instantly dispose of him but rather to pick him from a safe distance. Speeding along the scenery he made several vapor cones which created sonic booms, eventually assimilating into a blurred after images in the snow. He is constantly on the move waiting in a reactive 'mode' set to counter attack at the given moment within the measure of a second's span.
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