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Ezra saw Ryack slow down. He admit, he was confused about the sight. Ezra waited for Ryack to get close enough to be within an ear's distance before talking. "You know, it's easier to hide something when you're not acting what you're feeling. Better to act on ease than make an attempt to go unnoticed." Ezra advanced to Ryack. "Name's Ezra, a pleasure to meet you..." he said, offering his hand.

Ezra laughed at the comment. "I believe you don't know where you are. This is the Cat nation, not many people would care or discriminate you. Everyone here is a feline in one way or another. Now if you were in the Wolf nation, then you may have some issues. Also, word for the wise, make sure your actions match your words. You don't want anyone, per say an assassin, to find any flukes to exploit." he said with a grin as they shook hands.

"Is that so? Well, I may or may not be some time in the future attacking ones you care for. I am of Immortal lands, my people siding with the Wolf. Should the war carry on, as my fool king seems determine to do so, I may be meeting you at another angle." he said with a smile. He scanned Ryack's body quickly, then gave a smirk. "Guessing you're the devoted-to-loyalty type huh? No wonder you worry. Naturally, you shouldn't worry. If there are other lions, which I am sure of, there would have to be something to determine who is best fit as the new leader. Simply put, you could just throw the competition or whatever and won't force anything on anyone."
Ezra went back to the chair in the courtyard, taking a gaze at the sky. "Anyways, I'm here strictly on my own will. I merely wish to spar with someone in these lands. Training dummies and goons are no good way to measure one's talent compared to having an actual partner to try things out."

Ezra gave a smile. "Great to hear. Good to see that those outside my nation are not so power hungry" he said. In one simple movement, he knocked the chain back, falling backwards. He flipped his legs back, two throwing knives sent towards Ryack. Ezra stayed low, one hand planted on the ground, body low, only the balls of his feet touching the ground. His other hand had draw his kard.

Ezra dashed from his spot, his speed matching Ryack's grace. The knives only passed him by a hair's length. "Technically, all things are weapons. The difference is knowing how to use them. My personal favorite, the enemy's perception" he said with a grin. He neared Ryack, spinning the twin sword and swinging at him. With dexterity and precision, his open hand danced from pouch to knife sheath, flicking 4 more knives at Ryack.

Ezra grinned. "Perception my friend, not just limited to eye sight" he said. Rather than attempting to dodge, he moved with Ryack. The pouch spewed out multiple gases upon impact. Ezra moved in the same direction as Ryack's swing. With his open hand, he made finger movements, the throwing knives flying back into Ryack's direction. "Cat nation, sound dominate, Wolf nation, smell dominate, Fey, sight dominate, and so on. I do enjoy this spar. I rarely get to practice with those who possess a finesse in movement beyond just speed."

Ezra winced as one of the needles stuck to his left shoulder. "A healer, of course. How could I forget one of their favored weapons. Nice shot." he said. The other needles either missed or went into the gas. Those that went into the gas gave a hiss and only came out as metal paste. "Ah, and assassins also tend to work with poisons. Don't breathe in the gas, mainly because it's a mixture I don't know since you cut their vials open" he said with a grin.
He made a close fist as the knives gazed back towards him but only moving across, not at. Soon, marks on Ryack's appeared, threaded marks. "I don't possess magic, but I do use commoner's tools as well. You shouldn't have dodge the knives. Fishing wire, not strong but sure to slice people up in the process when they break out." he said with a grin.
He pulled away to get distance, sticking the sword in the ground. He strained to pull the needle out with the sword arm and was relieved once removed. "Very nice shot. Shoulder cress nerve, good for stopping people from attacking. Also, you're pretty talented. You're beginning to push me to use my actual immortal abilities" He pulled up his sword again, moved into a ready stance as he tugged on the wires with his fingers.

Ezra grinned. "One thing that will be a discovery for you" he said as he moved out of the dagger's range. His arm showed no signs of resistance or hinderence. He dipped his hand in the broken pouch, covering his hand in the poison. There was no gas but liquid. He flicked droplets towards Ryack. "I'm immune to poisons. Had an accident once while mixing poisons. I fell in during my years as a novice that resulted in utter pain, but allowed me to become immune to poisons." He sheathed his twin sword and tugged at the wires again. He grabbed his throwing knives, unstrung them, and sheathed them in one movement. Now he was fighting with his hands and hidden assassin's blades. His eyes showed a difference now. No longer fighting as a human, but as an immortal now. No longer fighting as an assassin, but as the wetboy he was.