As you wait outside the building, on the rooftop opposite, you manage to find an alcove to keep yourself relatively well hidden in the shadows of a chimney. You can see into the window- A tall, thuggish man talking with the immaculates, in a seemingly light-hearted manner... Then, a group of men run into the room, and the thug is turning, hurling a chair through the window facing you, and with a running leap, hurling himself through the door. The Solar soars through the air, leaping across the gap- Easily ten yards- to land on the building, quite near to you. One of the Immaculates, a younger monk with shaven head and an odd tattoo across his forehead glows with essence as he runs after, leaping after the man, invisible gusts running through his robe, revealing the blue jade breastplate underneath.<br/><br/>The Solar lands, but hits a bit rough, the Air-Caste landing more easily, a pair of jade rings leaping to his hands- For a moment, his eyes flicker towards you, but he has more important things on his hands, like the unfortunate fight he just got himself involved in.<br/><br/>Wrath smirks in the darkness, grip tightening on the handle of his axe, but he doesn't move just let.  Might as well size up his victims and see how they fight before rushing in.<br/><br/>The Dragon-Blooded is moving in a way that you recognize well- The smooth, flowing motions of the Immaculate Air Dragon style, its hands clasped together around the two Chakram, spinning and releasing a quick sequence of blows, twice swinging the chakram to release dual razor-thin blades of blue essence. The first glances off of the Orichalcum Razor-claws that the Solar wields, and his caste mark flares into light as he deflects the second pair, a sharp ringing sound coming from the clash of the two blades. The other Immaculates are locked in swift combat with the thugs attacking them, and for the moment, are distracted.<br/><br/>The Air Aspect, clearly heartened by this success, presses his attack further as he regains his balance, twisting in a pattern as the wind whistles around him, the sounds of his chakram like notes on the air. It's all rather annoying and theatrical, and the Solar raises his claws, his caste mark flaring brighter as he stops the blows quickly, an accompaniment on the harp of aggravation. The solar raises his blades... And then turns, sprinting again, making for the next alleyway. At the speed he's moving, he'll be there in about five seconds.<br/><br/>Wrath breaks into a full run, uninterested in remaining hidden now, intent on at least keeping pace with the Solar.  If the fool of an Immaculate can't manage to keep up, the Slayer's just going to have to do his dirty work for him.<br/><br/>The Immaculate is stunned as the two of you run, and shouts out. 'Stranger, be careful! He is Anathema!' as the two of you sprint. He's just recovering his balance when you catch up with the Solar, about two thirds of the way to the next alleyway, and he hurls another pair of those chakram at the Solar, though these ones aren't nearly as accurate, and the Solar twists smoothly in midstep, the tiger-claw slicing through them, dissecting the essence flows and leaving them to shatter like glass.<br/><br/>Wrath launches himself into a great flying leap, twisting around in midair to land with a great thud on the opposite side of the unfortunate Solar, axe in hand and with a terrible grin on his face, ready to bar the way.  "Hey now.  Aren't you supposed to be a big strong Solar Anathema?  I can't believe you're running from a fuckin' Dragon-Blood."<br/><br/>The Solar growls. 'Big talk, from a big man. But he who fight and runs away...' He twists, and swings, his fist blazing with golden Essence as he strikes at your midsection, and then his eyes widen as you manage to block it, a sound like a gong being struck ringing out.<br/><br/>Wrath swats the punch away with a casual sweep of his grimcleaver.  "...gets killed 'cause he's weak and slow!  Some Dawn you are."  With that, the Slayer blurs with impossible speed, the deadly axe sweeping toward the Solar's body again and again.  He wields its edge skillfully, aiming for shallower, lighter cuts that could be mistaken for the results of the Immaculate's chakram, but presses the attack with an unholy lack of mercy.<br/><br/>The Solar growls, and those claws move quickly as he deflects attack after attack, catching the blade between the claws and bringing it down against the ceiling, leaving gouging cuts in the wood as it begins to creak from the violent damage being done to it, the Solar's anima flaring into full brightness as he fends off the brutality of the attacks.<br/><br/>Laughing, Wrath closes in, blade dancing nearer to the Solar with every terrible swing, as if to convey how utterly doomed the poor fool is.<br/><br/>The Solar's taxed beyond his limit, and your blade scythes across his neck, the slice landing between two vertebrae of the throat, slicing through the trachea, the impact sending his head flying backwards, barely hanging on by a flap of flesh, blood spraying everywhere as though you'd just sliced open the artery of a Behemoth, the immaculate staring, and cautiously beginning to approach.<br/><br/>"Huh.  If that's all an Anathema is, I don't see what all the fuss is about."  Son of Wrath lifts his grimclever in mocking salute to the approaching Immaculate.  "The demons you monks hunt are pretty weak."<br/><br/>The Immaculate slowly stares. " What in the name of the Dragons are you...?" he asks, staring down at the corpse of the Dawn Caste. He looks towards you. "Well... Whatever you are, you have my thanks for aiding in the bringing down of Three Golden Blades, Forsaken Anathema." He bows, enough to show respect, though he doesn't take his eyes off of you. There's more than enough to be suspicious of there, after all.<br/><br/>"You don't need to know what I am.  You're going to be taking all the credit for the Anathema, after all."  A terrible smirk crosses his face.  "Well, that and you're going to be dead."  With that, he surges forward, ready to make an end of the hapless monk. The Slayer blurs into motion again, wielding the massive blade with terrifying skill.  "You get to die a hero -- you should really be thanking me!"  His boots crunch the roof's tiles as he thunders forward, laughing savagely, and all at once his axe seems to come at the Terrestrial from five different angles, the fifth a perfect blow aimed straight for the monk's heart.<br/><br/>The Dragon-Blooded dodges with desperate speed, amazingly managing to avoid the first two attacks, his robes torn open by the blade... Then the third blow strikes him square, and in moments, he's reduced to a rather bloody mess.<br/><br/>With a chuckle, the Green Sun Prince who cut down two Exalted without even revealing his glory returns to the Solar's corpse, dragging it closer before shoving the "demon's" arms (and razor claws) into the bloody mess that was the Immaculate.  When he's satisfied (or just can't do any better to make the double kill look good), he leans down to taste the Solar's blood briefly, before disappearing into the night to let the Wyld Hunt take its course.<br/><br/>Shortly after you disappear into the night, you hear a tortured scream coming from where you left the bloody mess. Perhaps one of the other monks was related. The thought rather puts a spring in your step.<br/><br/>In good cheer, Son of Wrath heads off to report his success to Petronella and Velius.