Ooc: BLAH, I didn't realize you posted. xB

Bic:

Styx wasn't exactly sure what had just happened, so he just let it happen. An invisible power forced his hand open and the girl was free, weapon drawn for battle. He probably could have held the force back with the amount of muscle in his hand, but he was caught off guard.

This girl had some power of her own, apart from the blade. However, now that the blade was drawn, he could sense its full power. The scabbard itself stifled a great deal of its essence from first impression, but now the entire thing could be felt. It would have been overwhelming if Styx hadn't already tasted the sweet nectar of death. However, that's all it felt like: Death, nothing more. A powerful sense of death, but only death. Familiar. Still, that weapon looked badass.

He easily ignored the panicking crowd around him. The masses' asses didn't know what to do, other than nervously backing away with the hope that no fight would start, or at the very least they wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. It was a wonder none of them had bothered to reach the level of combat he had achieved, but they all remained slaves to the machine of peasantry.

How to act. She was just a girl, albeit with a small amount of power. There would be little sense in prolonging this fight with no lasting entertainment value. How such a flimsy person ever got her tiny little hands on such a powerful blade was beyond him, but he'd ensure it would receive a rightful owner soon enough.

His hand moved as a blur to his side, quick-drawing Pain from its holster and firing. He had no problem bringing a gun to a sword fight. Pure western style. That's how we role on Earth, baby.