While he stand's on the ceiling, Cerberous caught his essence way before he entered the scene... Before he came into the bar... Waiting... He lit up his cigarette... Not trying to show that he senses him there... He slowly stands and placing his hand on the handle of his sword and smile's... Looking at arlon and watching him circle his surrounding like a snake... A cobra ready for a strike... He blew smoke out his nose and placed his hand on hip holstering his gun and said...
Cerberous: Ya' know... There was a man like you I once knew... Stealthy... Quiet... Strong... Stern... Shit, Almost godlike! Ha! Your alright mister... You surely are boy... But let me tell you this... IF it's some ritual cleaning your lookin for, Some vengance plot, Some "Holy" Scheme... The you got the wrong person... My business or bout is not with you... If it's a fight you want then just walk away... save yerself some stitches on the pretty face of your's... I'm walking out this door, If there's something you want to tell me or do? Do it now...
Cerberous placed his hand back on the handle of his demented blade and his other hand his side winder.... Walking slowly out the bar... Spur's spinning on the back of his boot's... Smiling... Blowing smoke out his nose... Chuckeling to himself...