"Disagreed." A sharp pulse of radiant energy washed over her tendrils as he absorbed them as his own power, using them to heal the ittle cuts and that the little girl had inflicted. He dusted a sleeve, his face completely impassive, "Do not underestimate me, girl,. You are but a mere person who has only uncovered the tip of the iceberg of the art of Vector manipulation. You killed the boy, didn't you? Now, now, we must observe our manners, it is not nice for a puppy to attempt to kill a wolf." He closed his eyes, "I fear the sands of time run short for the Vectormasters, nay, their savior has yet to come. I'm merely a forerunner of the magnificent Vectormaster, I am merely a scout and messenger for the second Accelerator. He will be the one who captures the heart of the crowd more than any. Do not, for a second, doubt my words, for I have already dedicated my life to this task."<br/><br/>"How do I know your training is incomplete? Well, very simple, if you had, you would be able to read my mind, just as how I have extracted information from yours about that boy... What was his name? Reno wasn't it? Poor boy, killed by a Vectormaster-in-training."<br/><br/>Accelerator waved a hand, shattering the electric field around them, he strode past Lili, and for a fraction of a second, he slowed, whispering with words, and shouting with mind, 'Nay, I do not fear death. You will have the satisfaction of seeing me dead. Eventually.' And with that he was gone.<br/><br/>"Lili, the letter, the brown one, didn't it require you to kill a Vectormaster?" Trevor asked, after making sure that Accelerator had truely left, "I think he-" he pointed at Marcus, "Still counts as one. If you complete this task, then the letter says we- you can open the blue one. Remember?" He glanced at the crowd, which were murmuring darkly.<br/><br/>'who knows what would she do?'<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Pardon the intrusion, but if I'm to defeat evil, I must become worst than my enemy in evil. I leave Marcus in your hands, with a warning, if you do not end him, the crowd will and that pretty boy of yours wouldn't be able to do a thing. Chose wisely...</span><br/><br/>Marcus picked up the small blade on the floor and with shaking fingers, pressed the edge of the blade to his throat. "Forgive me, master-"