[spoiler]I'd love that. hue hue hue[/spoiler] *Mortar doesn't have to turn around to feel her presence, let alone ready himself. He has quite the sharp bone to pick with Irina, for she is the one who killed many innocents, who had killed Hovark, a guy who after almost killing Alpha, recognized what he did and tried to walk away from it. She shows no mercy to anyone, unlike himself, who let Alpha live not once but three times. A strange blue liquid trickles down his right arm and into his closed fist. When it does that it lengthens to form his sword, shortened to three feet instead of four and a half strictly for what's about to happen. The blade then suddenly ignites, it's emerald flames illuminating his thin frame. He turns around, facing Irina as Mion darts to safety* You know what? You're right. I was a killer. I did used to kill for fun. I did seem to know my purpose in life. But you know what else? People change. Maybe you'd learn that if you stopped killing them and looked around. * Twenty small, pool ball sized iron balls begin floating around him. Some of them begin to get bigger, and they fly straight for her stomach, while the rest stay back*