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Viktor does not diminish his dignity by trying to block the unblockable; he merely holds his ground, and lets the energy blasts dissipate against his invulnerable skin. He spares the deathknight a contemptuous glance before returning his attention to Marlon.

I will not be denied! Furious at the foiling of his attack, Viktor flies out of reach of the Abyssals, just over Maxton's head to give himself a clear line of fire. Literally. He draws in a deep breath, and opens his mouth, an orange light glowing from the back of his throat, as he exhales...

Rage. Though he is not entirely of Malfeas, Viktor has lived a life that well acquaints him with anger. Insults large and petty, thwarted so many times by those so far beneath him... and now this. It will not stand. Taking their master's expression as signal to act, his szmiya leap...

Mnemon Vinh Yi Vinh nods emphatically. "I'll go back to my room and get my armor, then I'll be ready to join in the hunt."

Viktor waves dismissively at the Abyssals. "Listen to the lady in silver, worms. And be quiet, the adults are talking." "Jade, Marlon? You truly are an imbecile... or perhaps your eyesight is going? Regardless, I have trod heights of power that you cannot imagine. The Yozis themselves...

Viktor pauses a moment, and his mouth spreads into a wide, nasty grin, the most demonstrative expression the others have yet seen from him. "You know, on second though? To Hell with alerting them, and subtlety be damned. My hour is at hand. Darian, you wanted to know more of my Exaltation?"...

He nods grimly. "Take the young one out first, and put him down hard. The visor he wears is a weapon that could destroy anything he can see. Armored one is the most powerful, female the weakest. If you have any charms you can invoke without alerting them, now would be the time... my own are...

"Deathknights," Viktor mutters with disdain. "Overreaching himself even more than I thought." He examines Marlon's guards, getting a better notion of just how much more difficult this is going to be.

He allows himself only a small smile and a nod at the news. Inside though, Viktor is jubilant. Yes. At last, the time is at hand! He rises from his seat and starts walking, gesturing for his minions to follow. "It's time. We will intercept Marlon at the entrance to his private box...

Mnemon Vinh Yi "Who would be capable of such foul treachery, consorting with the Anathema to murder a king or a Dragon-Blood..." Vinh shakes her head in sorrow. "I don't understand people like that... theres' only one wayt o deal with them. My sword is yours, Cathak Aang, and any other aid...

Viktor watches the match between the Lunar and the axe-wielding mortal without excitement; the outcome was not remotely in doubt, after all. When the barbarian snatches up his axe and tries to attack the victorious swordsman after yielding, Viktor scowls, letting out a contemptuous snort at his...

"Very well... oh, you are a smith as well? Yes, assuming this little venture works out, I can see a great deal of business for you in the future. I don't suppose you might even be interested in something of a more... permanent nature, perhaps?" Viktor smiles and tucks the note into his...

"Yes... if my plans go as I expect, I could very likely find work for you myself, and my pockets, as such things go, are rather deep. As for Marlon... well, I could tell you, but you make it sound as if that would be spoiling the surprise."

Viktor's eyebrow remains raised. "No need to bother, Darian. I know most of them myself; two of the names on here are working for me, in point of fact. It really is astounding we haven't encountered one another before, come to think of it." "I will gladly accept your aid, Master Sergeant...

Two guards step up to block Maxton's way, before they are waived aside; their master can see that they would be of little use were the newcomer hostile. "I am Viktor Vlastislav Konrad Mikhailas Xavier von Drakholdt. You have the advantage of me, sir," Viktor says coldly with a raised eyebrow...

"Experienced Fire Aspect in the stands, ninety degrees right from us, halfway up the stands," Viktor murmurs to his allies. "Strong, but nothing to worry greatly about. Unknown signature next to her. And down in the stables... my word. This just became more interesting. It seems there is...

Not needing to sleep really does free up a remarkable amount of time; on this particular night, Viktor has used that time to weave a web of watchers and informants several blocks deep around the great arena. Every person on his payroll in the entire city, a surprisingly large number, are set to...

"Yes... to be perfectly frank, I am sick to death of hiding. The Realm is a shadow of its former self, and the world is in dire need of stability and order. Order which I can provide." He gently sets Opal down on her feet as Darian reaches out.