"Don't get yourself killed now." Richard called back as he ran into the junkyard. The trio quickly picked up a sheathed their weapons and as he made his way to Eve's apartment he saw her coming out of another one. "Eve what're you doing out? Didn't you hear? Scary people and soldiers are out, you could get yourself hurt." He beckoned her over. "Come on now hurry inside hurry inside silly little girl." He placed the groceries on the ground floor. "Where are the others? You stay away and I'll go find them okay?" He shook her gently and then went to find Grant.

"Grant!" He yelled at the practicing telekinetic Failure. "Haven't you been listening? Man with all that ruckus you probably didn't. There's soldiers patrolling the area. And with all that noise you're making, you'll attract the whole lot of them." Oh shit... Richard contemplated with what he just told Grant which was basically how to deliver Dominate to him on a silver platter. "Now Grant, let's not do anything we might regret later. This is an entire force we're talking about, maybe even all three Successes..." Fuck me and my big mouth.

"Wait what?...What is happening?" Evelyn was confused, but she picked up the bag.

She was about to turn around and obediently walk upstairs, but when she saw what position Dante took, she was sure that something's wrong.

"Um...what are you doing?" She frowned, and put the bag back on the ground. "Is someone there?" She lowered her voice, pointed in the direction where Dante came from, and got closer to him.

She was about to take a peek, around the corner, to see what is happening... But before Dante could stop her, she tripped over his foot, and stretched out on the ground with a loud thud, blowing his, and hers cover.

{{{OOC: Outbreak of Battle!!!}}}
What the hell...
Elma's suspicions were totally correct, the tall suspicious criminal she had been tailing was Dante, one of the Failed, and the other one a clumsy looking girl who had fallen on the ground, was Eve.

Hood still on, Elma sighed and a bolt of lighting burst from her hand quickly forming her trusty katana Adelheid.

"You two...you're the Failed right?" she asked, sparks of pink circling around them, "I'd like...to talk to you..."

Dante did not flinch a second when Eve stumbled over him. She fell right out in the open, giving away her position, but with a bit of luck didn't give away his. He clutched the knife, hoping to find an opportunity to strike. But when a very distinctive thunder echoed in the apartment, he immediately realized with who was he dealing with. No need for a facial scan. He chuckled.

"And even if we are, FeyFey? You've never been the talkative type. I bet that if I show my head, it'll come right off, love." he stated with a loud tone. It was now obvious to him: the one tailing him was Elma. Although he didn't know her personally as he knew Ashley, Dante had to make this facade stand. He slowly leaned towards the exit, barely peeking. She was standing in front of the building, branding her sword.

"Now, love, talking certainly doesn't require weapons. Put that baby away and we can have a chat, savvy?" he stated again, same tone as before. He then glanced down at Eve, whom was frozen.
"Don't dare move a muscle. She's merciless." Dante mumbled to Eve from behind the wall, hoping that she could hear him.

Elma... You. You B I T C H. Why... Why wouldn't you L I S T E N? Ashley could feel it. Despair, fear, loneliness. All the darkness within her was welling up, and ready to consume her whole.

She tried to calm herself. Breathe in, breathe out. That was the way.

Then, she felt a sharp pang in her stomach.

"No... No... I... I am... hungry..." She decided to leap onto a nearby building, and with all of her might, sprint and launched herself across the urban jungle, planning on crashing her way into her personal restaurant, "I won't... I won't lose to this hunger!"

Then... eat him. Her heart froze. Even as she kept on moving across roofs, she could feel her body going colder. This feeling, this consuming void inside of her. Her vice.

"Riley. Go and assist the troops with support fire. If you have tranquilizer darts, so much the better. For this... opponent, you only need to destroy his focus. So..."

So I can eat him. Devour him. She almost spoke it out loud, "So just subdue him." She cut off the radio. Now, her next stop: the Sky High Restaurant.

OOC: Wait.... are you going towards me Xate? O_O

"Those are the terms...Dante."

Making a concession, she flipped the blade in her hand so that the blade leaned on the ground."
She didn't take her eyes of the two of them for a second.

"If I didn't want to talk... we wouldn't be having this conversation right now..." she snarled, folding her arms, the sparks became flames that rose upward, "Sorry, about the flames...I can't help it..."

"Now then you two...why are you hanging around outside?" she asked threateningly.

Quote from Draou

OOC: Wait.... are you going towards me Xate? O_O

OOC: One may be devoured whole. By a Superwoman-level Completed.

Evelyn very slowly got up, trying to avoid any sudden movements.

"Don't dare move a muscle. She's merciless."

She slightly nodded her head at those words, then realizing she did the exact thing she was supposed not to do, her gaze got stuck on the woman's blade.

"ShitShitShitShitShit"

Once more, her clumsiness put her in the horrible situation, but this one...probably the worst so far... She decided to remain quiet, and let Dante do the talking, He was at it much better than her after all.

But. Long, thin wounds, began to form on her forearms and palms, although they were not bleeding yet, and remained closed, making them not visible for regular human's eye. The only sign of that action was Eve's face wince a little, because of the pain.

She gulped loudly, and now her gaze was jumping from blade, to woman's eyes back and forth.

Dante pushed himself off the wall, raising his hands in the air, still firmly holding the knife in his hand. He stepped over Eve, carefully avoiding to directly step on her and in the matter of moments he was face to face with one of the most feared members of Dominate: Elma Adema, Codname Feyfire. One heartless bitch in his eyes.

The two gazed into each others eyes for a moment. And boy, that moment was the most intense moment in Dante's life. After this 'cowboy standoff' moment, Dante suddenly shrugged, chucking. With a quick and powerful move he threw the knife into the ground, right next to Elma's gigantic sword. A gentle metallic ting echoed around them. Dante grinned.

"Pact of arms, love. I don't expect you to know what it is, but I'll give you the short version: we talk. Nothing else. At the end of it, we walk different paths in opposite directions. And until next time..." his arms crossed, the same grin printed on his face, almost mocking Elma. Even he knew that was truly a dangerous move, but he stuck with it. Wolves smell your fear, after all. Try to not show any.

"Going by our own bussiness. Pulling through each day." he jovially replied to her query.
"Same question. Why are you out on martial law? This shouldn't be work for one of your caliber, FeyFey."

Shit...
Elma began to wobble, her vision blurring for a second. Stabbing her sword into the ground, she used it to support her, although she was still upright.

"If you haven't heard yet then well...It must be on a secure channel. Then again...Telling you, maybe you'll understand a little better. Dominate...wants to recruit things like you...So this terrorist warning...It's really just a method to attack you with troops. And Us three, the Completed I'm sure you know, we are under orders to only observe..."

Although her flames continued to diminish as she said this, her eyes were still fierce and glowing pink.

"If you're out here...then they are going to attack you...And you, are going to kill them...That's something, I don't want to happen...Dominate sending out innocents to die...So you and you're friends...tell them to scurry back to whatever holes you lot like to hide in...Don't you think there has been enough blood spilled already," she scoffed, her gaze dropping toward the ground.

Eric leaned against the bottom of the steps, waiting for the Richard clones. He stood there quiet and bored for quite some time. Until he heard the steps of boots. He panicked an put his head down before a group of twenty soldiers walked out from the corner. He could feel their eyes watched him but he didn't react to their stares. He listened to the sound of knocks on doors.

You've got to be fucking kidding me!

He listened as the door opened and at least five soldiers stepped inside. He listened to the commotion. The women screaming for them to stop and a crash as object seemed to be flying around. He poked one eye up to see the soldiers ransacking the place, tearing apart the women's place like it was nobody's business. He gritted his teeth as they did the same thing to five other apartment rooms before moving to the steps.

Eric panicked, still think about the Richards in the building. But it seemed that they had more interest in Eric.

"Hey kid, are you a Goth or something? Why do you have black finger nails?"

Eric gave himself a mental slap. How had he forgotten to put on his gloves! He tightened his jaw as the soldiers sent insults flying his way.

"I don't think so Rodney. Maybe he shoots for the other team!"

"He's probably some homeless kid! Don't get to close to him."

"His finger nails are probably rotting off! Parents nowadays just don't give a damn."

The soldiers laughed at the jokes. But that last one, had struck Eric directly in the heart.

"OK kid. Move it!" One of the soldiers had put his hand on Eric's shoulder, trying to push him. But Eric grabbed the man's wrist, pulling back his head a looking the man in his visor. Despite the amount of anger Eric had built in him, he was smiling with glee.

Dante's eyes never got off of Elma. He scanned her head to toe multiple times, keeping his uninterested, whacky attitude in the process. He noticed something odd: she was sweating, slightly pale, and her legs were quite weak. Elma was using the sword to hold herself up and she was heavily breathing. It must have been really tough for her to talk. Dante's grin grew wider as he understood he had a small window.

"Now now, love. It isn't fair to blame us for everything. Both sides have equal fault in this mess. None is more guilty than the other." he took one small step towards her, acting relaxed but being as cautious as he could possibly be.
"When it comes to me, you know I'm not made for the frontline. I wouldn't fight if I had to choose. But you can bet your sweet ass I won't die without a fight." another step, this time slightly longer. He was now merely half a meter away from Elma, his knife was in range. He slowly leaned it, their faces not too distant from each other.
"As for coming back to Dominate...we both know the answer for that..." he said, right in Elma's face. His voice was confident and authoritary. It was definitely a bold move, but he hoped with all himself that it would have paid off. He slowly crouched, pulling his knife out from the dirt. Dante took a long, slow step back, never breaking eye contact with Elma.
"Pact of steel, love." he showed the blade to her, the grin on his face turning into a smirk. He slowly put the blade down and turned around. He began walking towards the apartment.
"Have a nice day, love."

Who the hell does this guy think he is...
Angry at his insolence, Elma felt her blood began to boil but the flame's around her completely dispersed.
Shit...
"Just...don't hurt anyone..." she pleaded, her voice raspy as Dante turned to leave.

In a burst of electricity, her sword evaporated.

Damn it, not here...

Despite her struggle to stay up, Elma collapsed.

Dante began walking towards the building, when he heard a thud from behind him. He halted his march, slowly looking over his shoulder: Elma was down and out for the count. His eyes scanned her yet again, this time with more calm. She was not posing a threat anymore, or at least, for the moment she wasn't posing a threat. He could have just stabbed her in the throat and end her life and she could have never stopped him. He turned around and slowly began walking towards her, his grip tightening around the knife. The more he scanned her, the more his mind was confused.

How can somebody as beautiful as her cause me so many problems...

When Dante got closed to Elma, the thought of just sinking his knife into her flesh bolted through his mind. But he didn't. He couldn't. He sighed, lightening the grip on the knife and scratching the back of his head with the other hand. He glanced at her yet again.

"Why did they keep you? You don't seem perfect...looks aside obviously." a cheeky smirk popped on his face after adding that last comment. As he was looking at her, his scanners caught an important detail: she had an ear transmitter. With a swift but gentle move he pulled it out of her ear. It seemed off, as the scan's results showed. Dante slipped the device into his own ear, caressing the power button until a quiet static noise rang into his ear.

"To whoever is listening from Dominate. You got a package to pick up. Back alley of apartment B, Maine Avenue. Au revoir, mes amis."
Dante's voice was clear and composed. The message was perfectly polished. With a quick, semi-disgusted move he pulled the ear piece out and slipped it into Elma's chest pocket. After a moment of pondering, he glanced back at Eve, whom hadn't move her spot.

"Come and give me a hand moving this bitch."

With Eve's help, Dante moved Elma into the alley, leaving her there for pickup. The two stepped inside his apartment, leaving the Complete leaning against a wall.