Peggy
The girl scoffed. "What... About i-" 
Then her eyes widen. 
"LOOK OUT!"
The familiar chill falls upon Mevis' back like an avalanche, and as he looks behind a spear shot shoots straight towards his chest from the corner of the room.
Robert
*Wha-?! Mevis would be caught off guard by the sudden attack, but with his quick reflexes he would attempt to active air reinforcement and cross his reinforced arms across his chest to brace for the impact. Was the assassin here?! Why?! So many questions were going through Mevis' head right now, but right now his focus was on surviving against his attacker*
Peggy
The spear impacts against the arms of Mevis, and is promptly deflected to the side...
But as it turns out, it was only an opening attack.
From the shadows, a cloaked figure emerged, charging Mevis with stunning speed, longsword in hand.
Once within range, the longsword cuts an horizontal arc, aimed at his exposed abdomen, taking advantage of the fact that he had to raise his arms to block.
Robert
*Mevis having no way of protecting his exposed abdomen would feel a sharp pain slice its way across it. He would fall over clutching his belly in hopes of preventing his organs from spilling out... Damn, to think he would encounter the assassin here of all place... He had let his guard down... He was careless... To think his lack of paranoia would be his downfall... But even with it he doubted he would've expected a sudden attack like this. For now all he could do was clutch his wound and focus on his inner chi to flow through his body in hopes of healing it in time before the assassin dealt a finishing blow. Mevis would try his best to follow the assassins movements from where he was on the ground in order to move out of the way. He didn't want it to end like this...*

"Tsk... Some hero I'm turning out to be..."

```Breath of life cast. 85/110 mana remaining```
Peggy
The cloaked being would not stop there, striking with an overhead blow which would-
*KRATA-KOOM*
-Be interrupted by a timely bolt of thunder, from behind him- namely, the morgue caretaker.
A bolt of thunder strike head-on into the cloaked figure's arm, causing it to limp and just almost- *Almost* Cause it to slip from its hand.

"W-who... Are you?"
The caretaker would call out, panting from exertion.

The cloaked figure rubbed his paralysed arm with his other, the residue sparks of magical lightning dancing on it. It seems that under the cloak, the assailant had leathers covering both arms.

Then a grave, reverberating voice comes from beneath the cloak.
"Tch. Don't interfere again, caretaker. I might be eternally indebted to your kind, but there are always exceptions. You would be more a burden than a help anyway if you decided to truly attract my ire."
The aforementioned caretaker looked at him with true anger, but both of you knew that whoever this person was, he was right. She didn't seem like she was in any condition to fight in the first place and likely couldn't help much after that timely save.

Looking back at Mevis with his face shrouded by shadows, he would continue speaking. "A Ki Practitioner. Been a long time I've seen one up close, and so far away from the Orient, but as fate would have it it would be under such unfavourable circumstances. I apologise, but I cannot risk your interference any longer."
Robert
*Mevis would get up weakly while eyeing the door. His hairs were standing on end, screaming at him to run. He didn't have Hitoshi this time to support him. He didn't have Arthur to fight by his side. He didn't have Ralki to protect him. Right now he should've died if it weren't for the caretaker, but it seemed she was no longer in any condition to fight.*

*The odds were stacked up against him, and his cowardice was reasonably telling him to retreat. What point is there trying so hard to be a hero? What good is any of this if he were to die? Frankly this was some no name assassin in some no name town. Who cared if he stopped him or not. He would start to take a step towards the doorway, glancing apolitically to the caretaker.*

"...I'm sorry for this..."

*...And then spill his bag of caltrops all over the ground, covering it in its entirety. In his eyes would be filled with a burning resolve. Yes, he was afraid, as seen by his shaking legs, but he was more afraid of living a life with more guilt. The rest of the world may not know what had happened to this town. But he would, and he would carry the guilt of having run away yet again for the rest of his life. But not this time, he... He wasn't going to run away this time. And if either of them were going to run, it wasn't going to be without a trail of bloody footprints. But that was fine with Mevis, he was used to taking a beating. But he still apologized for the fact he was going to coat the floor of her house in blood.*

"If you didn't want to risk any interference, you shouldn't have assassinated anybody. For every action, there is a consequence, and it's time for you to face yours"

*With that Mevis would activate his stealth perks. Sure they wouldn't do being right infront of the assassin, but he hoped it would make it harder for him to focus on his movements for the next part. Hoping to catch the assassin off-guard, he would make use of his ability to quickly gain speed to rush forward through the caltrops, pushing through the pain as they pierced his feet, though grateful that air reinforcement was mitigating most of the damage, and perform a side-thrust kick at the assassin's diaphragm*
Peggy
"Caltrops? What are you thinking, young-"
Before he can finish his lighthearted statement, Mevis' foolhardy, relentless attack arrives.
"Shit!" 
The assassin quickly realised his mistake, but it was too late.
*POW!*
The painful kick knocked the air from his lungs and sent him stumbling, his feet scrambling for balance.
A caltrop stabs through his right boot- a burning sensation rising through his feet.
*Fuck! I underestimated that brat!*

If it were anyone else, this would be a fatal error of judgement. However, the assassin was not 'anyone else.'

Something in the assassin's aura changes. A black miasma pours from him- sickly, and reeking of death.
"Enough of this."

A purple aura envelops his cloak. "**Mind Wraith**". You hear the assassin mutter. He steadies himself, awaiting Mevis' next move, in spite of the caltrop sticking through his foot, which he somehow manages to ignore.
Robert
*Mevis wasn't done with his onslaught, even with the dark maisma enveloping him, he knew if he backed off he would be done for. If there was anything he learned from all his time being with Hitoshi, never give an assassin the opportunity on when to attack, cus they will generally always get the timing right as seen just moments earlier when Mevis got disemboweled.*

*Thus, carrying on with the momentum, he would tilt his foot and in a scooping motion, send some of the caltrops flying into the air toward the assassin's face. Now this was a simple enough maneuver that Mevis was sure the assassin would easily see through, but he had another trick up his sleeve, one that most people don't expect from martial artists since they focus on close combat. Concentrating on his inner chi, he would gather air around his fist and in a swift motion, launch a ranged projectile of air at the caltrops he scooped up into the air, hoping to disperse them and give them more speed/momentum as they are sent flying toward the assassin face. He knew it wouldn't be a finishing blow, but the attack wasn't meant to be one. It was a distraction to let him slide and sweep the assassin off his feet as he focused on the attacks aiming for the upper body. He just hoped he was quick enough to do so*
Margaret
```Sonic Blast cast, 5 mana regen. 80/110 mana remaining```
Peggy
The assassin remains silent as it stepped to the side, perfectly moving out of the way of the caltrops not only flying towards him, but on the ground.
But then Mevis' sonic blast arrives.
The trajectory of so many caltrops suddenly changed, 2 caltrops sink into his arms as the assassin hastily blocks.
A third flies into his sternum

Growling, not in pain but in anger, the assassin stumbled backwards once more, but this time, his footing would not be so easily undermined.

Crackling thunder covers his blade, as he channels a **Current* Through it, before he slashes downward, attempting to intercept Mevis' slide-and-sweep, though this action was hampered by his mounting injuries.