The Gekko No Kage No Shinga were deadly adversaries. Not because of their training under the former Keijijo Grandmaster, but because their biological composition was composed wholly of dark matter. Said to make up a vast majority of known space Dark matter is somewhat of an anomaly itself. It has no definitive shape or mass, all relative to whatever situation it resides in. Free forming and free flowing the Gekko No Kage No Shinga were an all together different beast of an opponent. Yet for all this, they held one weakness that severely hampers their effectiveness, especially in a scenario such as this one.
The strikes met their mark with and as their opponent leapt back from the pain, the warriors closed in. Noticing the black ooze dripping down her side they were unfaze. These other realm warriors knew nothing of genetic composition, only of battle. Her eyes began to adopt a crimson hue, shining in the dark corridor before flames of hell fire burst forth enveloping the warriors in its embrace. One warrior leapt back immediately, avoiding the initial explosion, only to be bombarded by a series of blade thrusts, her voracity for the kill apparent as she swung her sword, gaining ground the warrior as he reeled back from the strength of the blows. Despite multiple attempts to muster an offensive onslaught of its own, the shadow could not find an opening. The scorched walls of the corridor made contact with its back, and unaware of how much ground it lost, the contact disrupted the warrior's focus at a crucial moment. The blade plunged into its chest and its form rapidly dissipated into a heap of black smoke.
As if awaiting the assassin's victory, a whisper filled the air. It was as if the wind had carried someone's voice a very long distance, as the embers of their cadence finally burned away. "Come forward, claim what is yours." The goblet's around a singular door, metallic in build, about 12 ft. in size, illuminated with a wild dance, inviting the on comer to enter. The words repeated like a mantra, echoing on top of one another to create a cacophony of sound.
Keira's posture was unmoved by the revelation of highly trained covert units hot on her tail. A daunting detail considering most in her position would shy away from any detrimental situations, using their exaggerated funds to remove the problem. Yet, Keira's demeanor was the exact opposite. Where did such steely eyed confidence come from? Was it a superiority complex? Or was she more capable than she seemed?
"I find the money. I find the VIPs. And If find out if this connects to some larger criminal enterprise, then I've got to take them down too. I honestly can't tell you how deep the rabbit hole is Ms. Hawke, I can only tell you that its there and I plan to investigate down to the core. Honestly, I can't expect someone such as yourself to understand how this works, with all due respect, this kind of work is outside your area of expertise. Allow a professional like myself to do what needs to be done." A snarky grin surfaced as Milo's eyes glowed subtly once again, observing Keira's emotional framework for any spikes in response to the comment. Only a crime fighter would take offense to that statement so, if this woman is who she says she is and nothing else, no harm done.