Annoying. Of all of the thoughts that Monroe had at that moment, that was the first thing that the dark clad man used to define this creature that appeared before him. For one, the thing spoke to him without any sense of distinction from the enhanced human and probably any of the other beings it spoke to. At least, that was the bounty hunter's theory, anyway. Anyway, the target had been found, and now came the time to neutralize this foe.

Still, the modern fencer had a few questions for the man in the skull mask, but would save them for when they were more important. For now, this thing knew what the mercenary was thinking, which meant it had bypassed even his mental shielding. This thing was beyond otherworldly, simply being in its presence made a chill run down the normally fearless fighter's spine. More than anything, it was an annoying feeling, and not so much something that would hold the shaking right hand of the warrior from blowing a hole clean through the mask the man with no face wore.

The dark clad man slid his gun from its holster and spun it around his finger in a display of skill, finally stopping the weapon to aim it at the enigma, laser sight aimed at the center of the skull mask. "Doesn't matter what you've been told. Anyone that knows me knows better than to think that I'm simply someone else’s dog. The only reason I'm helping that priest is because I've got my own darkness that I want to drive out. You and that old man are simply a means to an end, that's all," Monroe said fearlessly as he spun his gun around his index finger nonchalantly.

"Anyway," the modern man said as he thought about it, "there are a few things I've picked up in the last few minutes I've been in here. For one, this isn't the village I was looking for. This is a normal church, not some kind of insane town that worships the "Dark God" that appears from time to time. If anything, the rumors I have would lead me to believe that this city is closer to where Zorlo and said "Dark God" fought. Thinking about it, it's a fitting place for me to defeat you. Although I hear say that Zorlo was defeated by that god thing, I'm going to beat you. I'm no weak Zorlo, and I won't falter to strike you down."

If Monroe had known just how inaccurate what he had just said was, he probably would have withdrawn at that moment. Even so, he hadn't heard much more then Sin and Zorlo had done battle and Zorlo had been defeated. Monroe only remembered how strong he had seen Zorlo be, which was still far more then the modern man's strength, but he had again been training. This was the time to see if that training would pay off. Before making the first move, the dark clad man laughed.

"Anyway, you and I both know I can't kill you. I've got the feeling that you're an immortal, so killing you won't happen. Even still, I'll subdue you and bring you back to that priest. When that's done... well... I'll be a free man," Vossler stated as he felt the clawing of Set to be free. Even the God of Chaos didn't seem to like this guy. Still, the first move had to be made.

Two clicks, one bang, one bullet whizzing towards the masked man. The fight had started.

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Much thanks to Silver for the sweet Quincy Sig. ^_^
Zorlo , Zachary Leos, Monroe Vossler, Arvin Anson, Emile Velos
Rest In Peace Duke of Clubs. (11/15/1992-1/5/2008)
And Kenpachi divided the Strong from the Weak, and it was good!