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"You have no right to demand anything of me!" the Emperor raged, but Keene didn't answer. No, he just started to walk forward, no fear, no hesitation in his steps. They were measured, smooth and when guns came up to level at his head and chest, his next few moves were executed with a flawlessness that was terrifying to watch. He didn't dodge bullets, he didn't have to. He moved with an astounding speed, small objects flying from his hand in rapid succession, never missing their targets.
They were coins, small currency...and they hit, without fail, on pressure points on the guard's bodies. Some, when they hit arms and hands, made the men drop their weapons while others made the men themselves drop, temporarily paralyzed. It only took about five dropping completely in the space of five seconds for the others to decide that they didn't want to be next as they cradled their hands and arms, and as Keene continued to advance, they got out of his way, backing up. One or two attempted to advance on him as he passed and they found their necks snapped just as quickly by a powerful black tail.
The emperor had lost his anger, his confidence and he stumbled back into his chair as the hybrid came to stand within killing distance - not that he needed to be close for that, as he'd just shown. The older man swallowed hard, looking up into dark green eyes that were blank as a wall, cold and unforgiving. The anger radiating from Keene now was almost calm, completely calculated.
When the hybrid got pissed, he didn't react blindly. No, his mind sharpened to a point deadlier than a sword and it was that razor-blade edge that came through in his voice. "You know what I want. Should I give you another chance to comply or should I save myself the trouble of having to check up on you in a month? This is what is best for your people. Peace will help them far more than war. I have done all the dirty work. All you have to do is accept the results. Will you relent of your pride? Or is this throne going to see a new ruler in the coming days?"
There was nothing in Keene's voice, in his demeanor to suggest he had any problems with killing the man before him here and now. In fact, there was very little of anything human about the hybrid right now and it was probably that fact that freaked the emperor out more than anything. Though, Keene's assassin-like abilities might have attributed to that, too.
The older man nodded slowly and it was very clear he meant what he said next if only for the fact that he didn't want to die.
"It will be as you say. You have my word."
"Good." Keene moved back then, done and he walked back to the three as calmly as he'd walked away from them, unconcerned about the guards who watched him go. They wouldn't be a threat. Cold jade eyes looked from Raxiel - warningly - Dorene and then finally Tessa. "Let's go."
They were coins, small currency...and they hit, without fail, on pressure points on the guard's bodies. Some, when they hit arms and hands, made the men drop their weapons while others made the men themselves drop, temporarily paralyzed. It only took about five dropping completely in the space of five seconds for the others to decide that they didn't want to be next as they cradled their hands and arms, and as Keene continued to advance, they got out of his way, backing up. One or two attempted to advance on him as he passed and they found their necks snapped just as quickly by a powerful black tail.
The emperor had lost his anger, his confidence and he stumbled back into his chair as the hybrid came to stand within killing distance - not that he needed to be close for that, as he'd just shown. The older man swallowed hard, looking up into dark green eyes that were blank as a wall, cold and unforgiving. The anger radiating from Keene now was almost calm, completely calculated.
When the hybrid got pissed, he didn't react blindly. No, his mind sharpened to a point deadlier than a sword and it was that razor-blade edge that came through in his voice. "You know what I want. Should I give you another chance to comply or should I save myself the trouble of having to check up on you in a month? This is what is best for your people. Peace will help them far more than war. I have done all the dirty work. All you have to do is accept the results. Will you relent of your pride? Or is this throne going to see a new ruler in the coming days?"
There was nothing in Keene's voice, in his demeanor to suggest he had any problems with killing the man before him here and now. In fact, there was very little of anything human about the hybrid right now and it was probably that fact that freaked the emperor out more than anything. Though, Keene's assassin-like abilities might have attributed to that, too.
The older man nodded slowly and it was very clear he meant what he said next if only for the fact that he didn't want to die.
"It will be as you say. You have my word."
"Good." Keene moved back then, done and he walked back to the three as calmly as he'd walked away from them, unconcerned about the guards who watched him go. They wouldn't be a threat. Cold jade eyes looked from Raxiel - warningly - Dorene and then finally Tessa. "Let's go."