The dark haired rocker jumped to his feet, narrowly avoiding the edge of Ryan's sword, before whipping the blanket off himself and pulling out a gun which had been sat in his lap. He pointed it at them with a wide uneasy grin, as if trying to warn them that he was still in control but not quite believing it himself.<br/>'Back off. The pyrokenetic may be able to burn my bullets but that doesn't count for the rest of you. I'm sure she wouldn't want to see any of you drop to the floor!' He snarled before taking a few steps back from them. Alistair just sighed at the display before clicking his fingers.<br/>'Ryan if you could?' He asked. Ryan nodded before dropping both of his swords and striding towards the kid with his hands raised. He was an open target, he wasn't even trying to be careful when approaching the gun wielding teen.<br/>'H-hey get back or I shoot!' Moriaty yelled, his eyes full of panic as the young man walked towards him. He could see the determination in Ryan's blue eyes, he wasn't afraid of getting shot.<br/>'Go ahead kid.' He spoke before grabbing the barrel of the gun. A loud bang went through the air and for a moment Ryan jolted on the spot as the impact of the bullet hit him square in the chest. Ryan let out a breath before wrenching the gun from his hands and smirking at the teenager, who was now backing away with a horrified look on his face.<br/>'You made another portrait.' Moriaty whimpered.<br/>'Correct. We've used the last couple of hours to plan our form of attack' Alistair spoke cheerfully and smiled warmly at the teenager as he began to walk towards him, 'You have nothing to threaten us with kid. No weapons. No assassins. No hostages. No beasts. No monsters or witches.' He stopped in front of the rocker, taking a good hard look at him before nodding in satisfaction, 'We've beat you Moriaty.'<br/>'Wait what? Moriaty?' Ryan asked in confusion, 'That's not Moriaty Alistair. Moriaty is more than twice his age and doesn't dress like a goth.'<br/>'I'm not a goth!' Moriaty growled venomously at Ryan.<br/>'Whatever. My point is that is not Moriaty.' Ryan said and pointed a finger at the teenager accusingly.<br/>'Yeah Al...are you sure that you've got this right?' Lulu asked timidly as she looked over the dark hair boy dressed in violent rocker clothing with a dozen piercings in both ears. He certainly didn't look like a dignified professor who was known as Sherlock's greatest enemy.<br/>'Yes I have. This is the incarnation of Professor James Moriaty, the Napoleon of Crime.' Alistair answered with another nod of satisfaction, 'Since the start you've been calling me personally and making a vendetta out of this. I suspected from the get go that you might be the incarnation of one of my old enemies or perhaps a villain that me and Lulu defeated long ago, but seeing as how I don't recognise you then I think the later is more likely to be true.' He explained, his sharp eyes watching the boy carefully in case he made another wrong move.<br/>'My suspicions were proved right when you called me the third time that day.' Alistair continued, 'You claimed to hold all the cards. You seemed to make it an almost personal vendetta against me. You were determined to out do me and eventually destroy me. I wondered who could possibly harbour such a grudge if I had never met them before. It was a bit of a long shot but seeing you before me now I realise I was right.' He spoke before pointing at the teenager, 'The man Ryan met wasn't Professor Moriaty. You are!'<br/>There was a silence for a moment. Moriaty seemed to stare at Holmes with the same bewildered look that everyone usually adopted when they were faced with Alistairs deduction skills.<br/>Then, slowly but surely, he began to laugh and applaud the young man.<br/>'Bravo Holmes. Bravo.' He spoke, his voice filled with sarcasm, 'Very weak reasoning but seeing as how I'm cornered I'll give you the satisfaction of knowing that you're right.'