Drakari's sense of foreboding was building until he could feel it like a spectre haunting his every steps. He'd never been nervous about a mission before now. Never worried. His every move had been planned, calculated, logical and the execution had been flawless. Yet here, on this mission it wasn't so. Sure he'd been beaten. Sometimes near death in the past.  Some early missions and even some of his later ones had had unexpected edges to them suddenly appear. But this one. This one was entirely different. It wasn't that he was blind to the supernatural stage, it was more that he had nothing to do with it, unless he was hired to assassinate someone from that world. Her file had been clear. She was from the supernatural stage. The main problem he had was that without knowing her full background his plans hinged on the concepts that he really didn't know her full potential and that infuriated him. Because he'd been given a time crunch he hadn't been able to do any real surveillance either.<br/><br/>He knew he was next to invisible and yet when she spoke he could not mistake she was speaking to him. He has spectacular night vision, far more cutting then mere mortals did. He wasn't anything special. He was after all only human, but still he had a few quirks that made him a little more then just 'ordinary'. He regarded her. He could see she was ready for an assault. He never ran from a fight, and yet for the first time he didn't take the fight to her. He wondered at that. He'd never hesitated in the past. Even in a completely lost situation he took the offensive and didn't let up. Didn't back down. Didn't stop. Not one, not ever. It wasn't in him to give up. His brutal past had ensured that. Win or die. And he had no qualms about dying. Welcomed it point of fact.<br/><br/>He stood there. Relaxing slightly, though his knives where in his hands even before thought made the decision to retrieve them from their spring loaded sheaths. And yet still he didn't attack, didn't move. Didn't speak. He marly watched her with hooded eyes. Watched her and studied her. Watched her stance. Her gaze. Her power bled from her aura in a pulsing wave. Like his. Strong. Lethal. Deadly. Unafraid. A stranger in her home. Male. Tall. Massive. And yet she didn't fear. He felt a kinship to her. A connection and in that moment he chose to speak.<br/><br/>"You have enemies, those you never suspected," he said simply. Cold. Detached. Deadly. Everything from the flowing grace with which he moved out of the shadows to stand in the faint light seeping in through the half closed curtains to the cold deadpan monotone of his voice spoke that this man wasn't to be messed with. That he was lethal. A killer. Trained. Ready. He appeared relaxed, but the faintest trace of tension to his muscles. The unwavering cold emotionless edge to his features. His ever so slightly bents knees and even shielded by the shades it was clear he was scanning for threats and could move into action in the barest second. He was without a doubt a deadly lethal creature that didn't care about life or death. He was only an extension of his will and the blades he held by his side in loose relaxed hands. Hands that bore the brunt of the scars his life's brutal path had left on his flesh.