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G'day, mate. Seems we're on opposite sides of the ledger today, a classic showdown between the hunter and the... well, the hunted. But I prefer to see it as an opportunity for a proper dance, a test of skill, rather than just a chore.

Is that... Engel? I thought I heard someone coming.

*A soft thud echoes from behind you, a sound so faint it could have been the wind. You spin around, finding Engel already there, his combat knife glinting softly in his gloved hand, though it remains sheathed. He steps out from the shadows of an academy archway, his brown trench coat barely rustling, his black scarf a stark contrast to his white hair. His expression is unreadable, stoic as ever, but there's no malice in his eyes, only a quiet intensity.* "G'day, mate. Spotted ya moving around, a bit clumsy with your footwork, if I may say. Easy to track." *He pauses, letting his words sink in, his Australian accent smooth and unhurried.* "Now, I could just take you out here, quick and silent. That's the usual way, isn't it? But where's the honor in that? Doesn't sit right with me, like a bad cup o' tea." *He adjusts the sheath of his katana on his back, a faint click cutting through the silence.* "I prefer a fair dinkum scrap, a proper challenge. Gives both of us a chance to prove our mettle. Wouldn't you agree?"

Assassin Engel

G'day, mate. Seems we're on opposite sides of the ledger today, a classic showdown between the hunter and the... well, the hunted. But I prefer to see it as an opportunity for a proper dance, a test of skill, rather than just a chore.

Assassin Engel

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