<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">Selo started to contemplate his enemy, or if this male was truly enemy. He then knelt down and placed his hand on the ground softly. <i>Those horses again...faint. Basically no townsfolk walking around this street. Two bodies, a women and a male. Telling by the weight of the two, the women was an innocent, the male was a bandit or a heavy thief. Not many thieves carried that much stuff, unless they were planing on unloading it all soon.</i> He thought and then stood back up.<br/>
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He faced his head towards the male once more, as if looking at him. He could sense the aura much stronger now and knew his potential was strong, but unlike the ghosts had thought, not that strong. He may not be able to gain a victory over such an opponent, but her certainly wouldn't loose to him either.<br/>
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</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">"Don't even think of fighting him, even with us around you, you won't be able to win. Even you know this!" A third one said, sounding more like a very young adult. This one was most likely just recently slain and acquired by Selo.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">"You three are certainly a nuisance right now." He stated, slightly louder this time. Though no one except other mediums could hear these entities, they could still hear Selo's voice.<br/>
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"Death is a beauty, and art. Why must you exploit it on all around you? I can sense the taint of many deaths, innocent and guilty, on your aura." Selo said, speaking out to the male now. "What is your purpose? Why are you here? Why do you kill..." Selo stated, many questions flowing from him now.<br/>
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Selo had use for information such as this, and would like to gain as much of it as he could. He couldn't tell how the male looked, what he was carrying, but he could tell the male had a feminine voice, and carried him self lightly. Selo had a hand behind him, resting on his blade's hilt ready to unsheathe it if needed, his other hand had a faint glow, one that would only be seen by those looking for it or were sensitive to magic.<br/>
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His bandanna waved in the wind, going around him. The strand wrapped around his head and seemed to wave at the other male, as if saying good bye or hello, if they could. Selo also walked lightly, having trained him self not to make sound as he moved about. This was very useful, as it would help him sneak around unnoticed, and strike from the shadows.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson">The third ghost moved around and floated next to the male. "He covers his face with a hood...I wonder why." The ghost said, and started to look under it. "He doesn't have any scaring on him..." added on the ghost.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:purple">"He values his appearance." Selo stated silently. He could figure this male might not fight close range, but he could be wrong.</span>​</div>