Thread: Welcome To The Future, Mr. Relic. [IGW x TheUnknown]

The clicking of her heels was what alerted him to her presence, and when Drake turned he felt a chill crawl up his spine. Something about this woman was making him rather uneasy. She had an old air to her, her eyes especially had an almost ancient knowledge to them but she looked so young. Then again, he was nearly a thousand years old himself so hey. Who was he to judge. Following after her Drake was getting more and more giddy mainly because he was finally going to be able to do something that he actually enjoyed. Working out in front of doctors and dealing with them sticking him with needles wasn't fun. Sure the occasional romp in the sheets or heavy make out session with Mary made up for that but Drake was a fighter, so the idea of an arena was what he wanted. As they walked and listened to Sybille, Drake made small mental notes of everything she was saying. Some of his funds from earth...way back when, had been turned into the current currency so that made him a fairly wealthy person already. Sure his money had been seized by the government but since that was all in the past, they chose to give him about half of what he'd had, which was still a healthy amount. He'd already given half of his money to Mary, telling her to invest in whatever medical equipment she thought was best for the money she had. In the currency of today, she was working with almost 2 million so it gave her plenty of room to get the better quality medical equipment. He also paid for some upgrades for her that included some hand to hand combat as well as weapons and armor knowledge. Getting to the Arena, Drake looked down at the arena and spotted the two people that were in the center, then he caught sight of the female sitting on her own. Raising an eyebrow he looked over the situation. The female looked bored, like the humans in front of her were a comedy rather than a pair of fighters. Her breathing was even and calm, while her body relaxed. So she wasn't faking her boredom, she was genuinely bored out of her skull. Oh good. Walking down the stairs he completely ignored the two currently fighting. They'd move, or get moved. Walking right up to her he smiled as he looked at her. Care to spar? You look bored, so allow me to get your blood pumping. He said as he looked like a kid in a candy store for the first time. He was super excited, and he could tell just by the look she gave him, she thought he was a rookie. Good, that's what he wanted her to think. As she moved into the free space of the arena with him, Drake did notice the growing crowd but he just squared off with the female and smiled at her the whole time even as she warned him that the pain would still be the same, but the fight would stop upon surrender or knock out. No killing was permitted. Lifting his arms in a fighting stance he widened his stance a bit and as soon as the timer started counting down, he let this strange female see his expression shift drastically. Assassin's were master's of deception. He'd played the role of giddy rookie but as the timer counted down, his expression hardened to that of an assassin who'd taken more than a few lives. Cold and heartless. He was stone faced and focused, his breathing calm and his muscles on edge. As the buzzer sounded to begin he rushed her. Throwing powerful strikes at her and as he saw her eyes widen from the shock of this unarmored human coming at her much harder than a normal human would, he ducked low, and spun hard. Kicking his foot out to sweep her leg up. As her feet came off of the ground he was right back up and beside her, bringing a solid fist to her right cheek and sending her slamming into the arena floor and bouncing away a few feet. Unlike rookies who would gain confidence over that shot and rush in without any real awareness of her abilities, Drake stayed where he was, lifting his arms yet again and focusing on her body language. No verbal bantering, no goading her on. He was silent and focused, watching her to see how she'd respond to this new strength and speed. Assassin's had to be able to adapt at a moments notice as well as learn quickly. When he'd punched her, those scales had hardened at the last second so his knuckles were a bit sore at the moment but he knew the impact had still hurt as he'd seen blood squirt from her lips as his fist made contact.