The stench of decay wafted up over the edge of the building around Reggie as he stepped back, foot against the edge of the rooftop "oh no, it appears I've run out of room." Reggie tried to look concerned but he was in fact feeling quite the opposite despite being caught between a rather skilled assassin and a potentially deathly chasm filled with those who might wish him harm simply because he isn't dressed in rags. A deep and hearty laugh emanated from the throat of Reggie's pursuer as he drew his dagger, thinking he was about to obtain the cash voucher for his contract "C'mere pretty boy, all I want is your head, make this easy for me and I'll leave your sister alone."<br/>There was a pause where the world seemed to stand still, all except for the pigment in Reggie's face slowly turning from a light pink into a deep red "I would be less worried about what you plan to do to my sister and more concerned with how much reconstructive surgery you'll need for your loved ones to recognize your corpse." The assassin took a step back, flabbergasted at the change in the young man, to go from such a timid little thing to this at the drop of a hat was a bit surprising "You little brat, it's time to die!" The man took a few large steps towards Reggie and thrust his knife towards the child's stomach.<br/>He must have blinked because the next thing the hit man knew he was plummeting rather quickly towards the street below. Reggie had grabbed the mans arm as he attempted to stab him, whipped it over his head and brought it down on his shoulder at the elbow, at the very least dislocating it and causing the man to drop it. The move was followed by Reggie leaning forward, using his body as a fulcrum to propel the man upwards and over the edge. A deep crunch resounded off the walls caused by the assassins jaw dislocating from a punch delivered by the 13 year old boy, followed by a string of profanity that was only recognizable by the tone in the mans groaning.<br/>The crack from the assassins body colliding with the street was likely heard at least a block away, the secondary sound of Reggie landing on his feet in the middle of the mans stomach was far less noticeable. Reggie bent down so he was face to face with his assailant and looked him dead in the eye "Next time keep your eye on your target." Reggie placed a heel on the hit man's throat and dug deep before giving his foot a sharp twist, ending the mans life. As soon as the mans life flame had been snuffed Reggie's face faded back into a light peach tone and even his posture became more meek, he turned and walked around the corner "Finally found it... let's hope I don't attract any more... unwanteds..."<br/><br/>After adjusting his little suit and tie, Reggie slowly and cautiously entered the building, noting the piss poor demeanor on the barkeeps face as he approached, holding the letter in hand<span style="font-style: italic">'Okay.... remember, the lower class have awful grammar and use lots of profanity...'</span>Reggie tried to straighten up a bit more to make himself look bigger which was a bit of a moot point considering his size and he tried to slur his speech slightly but it didn't come out very well " 'ey piss merchant, y'know what this... shit... is all about?" He nearly broke out in sweat as he watched the barkeeps face change from 'I'm not happy about this' to 'say another word and I'll eat your entrails' as he silently turned and led Reggie into the back room. Reggie could tell the man would have killed him had circumstances been somewhat different and he was pretty sure it was the letter not his age that saved him.<br/>Reggie took in the room, observing the people already inside, with a sigh he placed himself in a chair off to the side. His eyes widened as his eyes moved to Ra, his jaw nearly dropped and his mind began to race. After several moments of Reggie just sitting there dumbfounded he spoke softly and timidly "M-master?!"