If there was one thing to be noted about the Cannibal it was his strange way of doing things. In a way allowing the woman to make the first move was his way of testing her, every movement she made was analyzed carefully, every punch thrown, every kick, it was as if his mind was a supercomputer. His teeth were not his only weapon and during the fight he made sure that he was well aware of that. Even if the regeneration of his bullet wound would probably not kick in, it did not slow him down. If he allowed a bullet to slow him down then he would be incompetent and unworthy of the gift Raziel had given him. He was going to show the world what kind of power bio-weapons held, how inferior other weapons were compared to them, even if he did agree in his own way that the organization could use a lot of work. He made a mental note to speak with Raziel about this matter.<br/><br/>How long has it been since he had faced a worthy opponent? The amount of adrenaline coursing through his veins, his inhuman endurance and speed, combined with his gift was enough proof that he was more than competent. No matter what the woman did to try and throw him off, he would always seem to find a way to counter with ease. Several times, he had gotten a few good blows in himself. If he were to say she was not a worthy opponent he would be lying. She was very skilled and that was what a lot of people in this world lacked, especially the morons Raziel usually plucked off the street out of randomness, without putting much thought into it, she would definitely make a wonderful addition if he could bring her back. Bringing in someone who worked for Zachariah and using her against him would probably help out greatly even if this was something that was last minute. They did not need just the pilot; they could have whatever they wanted and more.<br/><br/>He had to admit this was a fun fight but it was also wasting precious time and he did not want to keep Raziel waiting any longer. When he got back he knew he was going to receive a harsh punishment. Deciding to end this, the next time he saw an opening, when he was not avoiding her attempt to get at his wound, he suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. Grinning maliciously the Cannibal bared his teeth, preparing to bite down on her neck.<br/><br/>From the car, Lucian dared to peer out and see what the hell was going on. He tried to keep as subtle as possible but he couldnâ€™t hold back the snort when he took notice to how these men had no respect for one another. Some group they were, hardly able to establish a pecking order or listen to the one who was obviously their leader. How did the leader of this organization expect to rule the world with these kinds of idiots following him? He sure as hell didnâ€™t like this one bitâ€¦ Since the woman and the Cannibal seemed to be preoccupied with each other he contemplated slipping out and leaving but decided against it. The only thing that would do was get him killed, there were probably more of those bio-weapon things sitting around just waiting to make their move. With his hands bound there was not much he could do so he decided not to draw any more attention to himself.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The silence that fell over the room just then was enough to tell anyone that they were all anticipating bloodshed. The very thought of the Holy Land being drenched in blood tugged at the hearts of both Maverick and Azrai but they knew it had to be done. Even Zachariah, who was always keeping his composure during times where he knew he was needed, for he would not be a competent leader if he was not resilient, was very on edge and definitely nervous about the situation he would not deny that. He did not want to see so many innocent people caught up in such an ugly battle but what else could he do. Raziel had to be stopped, even if that meant he had to kill his old friend in order to stop him, he was willing to use whatever means necessary to ensure his victory. He knew Ivan was uneasy using that gun and he didnâ€™t blame him either; if there was another way that avoided the use of that gun then he would have worked something out.<br/><br/>While Azrai was looking the gun over carefully morbid thoughts filled his mind and suddenly his mood began to slip back into that dark mood when he and Shizu had been attacked earlier. He couldnâ€™t wait to fire this gun, anyone who knew Azrai well would be more than aware of that fact. Running his hands over the barrel carefully he grinned and then looked through the scope. It was almost as if he was fascinated by it, but really he had his own strange plans in mind. He could almost feel the kick of the gun after it had been fired, almost see the blood of the person who was the bulletâ€™s target splatter all over the buildings, screams would follow. Even if he died fighting he would make damn sure that Sanctus Unum remembered his name not because they wanted him for their little bio-weapon project but because they were deeply afraid of him. He was not going to rest until the streets of every city in the Holy Land were painted crimson.<br/><br/>He leaned back in his seat when he finished ensuring the gun met his standards, giving Zachariah a nod. The man never failed to please.<br/><br/>Zachariah gave a smile, â€œThis is no doubt our toughest mission yet. Not only will we be taking down an extremely cunning and dangerous foe but we will be saving the world. If there are any objections, or if anyone would like to add anything, you had best speak now before we make our final preparations.â€ He paused briefly and then looked at Maverick, â€œJames, I know what youâ€™re going to say and I donâ€™t want to hear it. I donâ€™t need both you and Azrai running off and being reckless so it is up to you to keep everyone together.â€ Those two doing something stupid was the last thing he needed. If they did then he would seem unorganized, he was in no way unorganized, he would make damn sure that everything ran as it was supposed to, like hell his men were going to run around like chickens with their heads cut off either. There was no room for error, he knew, and ensured that the look on his face made that fact known.<br/><br/>Maverick was a bit speechless when he had been chosen to keep everyone together and call out some shots since he knew that he was not anywhere close to being a decent leader. When he straightened in his seat, his discomfort seemed to show a little but he made no word of complaint. In the pecking order of a pack he always felt more of a Beta than an Alpha, supporting the leader and making sure everything went smoothly. He could be rather wayward at times, he was nicknamed â€˜maverickâ€™ for a reason, but even when he was acting a little rash he always seemed to find the perfect way to support his comrades. What compelled Zachariah to make him the leader? He never really knew with that man but whatever he was planning he knew it would not fail. So long as this whole thing didnâ€™t turn into some Resident Evil bullshit he was fine with whatever plan Zachariah had in laid out.<br/><br/>â€œSanctus Unum will regret ever deciding to show their face and attempt to come after us againâ€¦â€ Azrai spoke suddenly which caused a chill to crawl down Maverickâ€™s spine; he knew full well Azrai was a man of few words and hardly ever spoke out to break silence. â€œIf the Holy Land is going to be drenched in blood then itâ€¦ shall be their blood that paints itâ€¦â€ There was a smile on his face that he didnâ€™t see often. It was official that he was slipping into that darker state of mind more and more. Thinking back to what happened in Jerusalem it didnâ€™t surprise him, however he knew he was really going to have to make sure Azrai didnâ€™t do anything stupid that might cause him to further injure himself. He was going to do whatever it took to take care of his friend and make sure that the Sanctus Unum did not get their hands on him. If that happened it would be a disaster, he didnâ€™t even want to begin to think what might happen, and the guilt he would feel would be unbearable, he didnâ€™t want to think about it too much.<br/><br/>After that the room fell silent again and more and more information about Sanctus Unum began to appear on the monitors thanks to Elias. â€œEveryone take a look at the information displayed here! Absorb it into your minds as quickly as you can because you will need it. I donâ€™t want anyone here being unprepared, and I will be showing this to the others Iâ€™ll be sending out with you,â€ Zachariah said with a smirk on his face. â€œAzrai is already willing to spill blood; I want to see the same in everyone in this room.â€ His demeanor seemed to change then but that was only natural since he did not want anyone hesitating. He looked at Shizu specifically, noting how she seemed to have a lot on her mind, he almost felt bad that she was thrown in this situation but if she wanted her freedom, freedom from that village and from the hands of Sanctus Unum, she would need to spill blood. They needed her.<br/><br/>The door opened suddenly and the person who entered the room pulled Zachariah aside and whispered something in his ear. Zachariah narrowed his eyes, brow furrowing, and immediately turned to face the group. He pushed the button on the intercom and spoke in a calm yet authoritative tone, â€œEveryone, the time has come. We may have to act quicker than I had thought originally. Raziel has gathered his forces, we need to do the same, and if there is anyone who is hesitant putting their life on the line they are requested to get out of my sight. I will not tolerate cowardice.â€