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Xeon rolled his eyes annoyed. "I'm sorry, but perhaps you failed to make the connection. This Fiin did nothing for himself. When I said he I meant Goria.
Xeon nodded not really caring. "Well if you need our help the Hydra will aid you. I have members inside already." he chuckled, "I have eyes literally everywhere. I had a few eyes in his tanks actually, you see out goal is do destroy the gods. Goria calls himself a god so that was his mistake."
Dadramora chuckled. To kill a god was no small matter, let alone the god of every race and religion in existance. "Then you have a truly monumental task ahead of you. Be wary around the one seated in heaven, he's a tricky bastard."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Xeon smiled, "Yes, we understand the wieght of the task before us. But we have been successful in the past, and the future looks quite birght." He chuckled.
"You've already done it." he smiled, "But remember, you don't recall this conversation." looking at the man he wanted to say, 'or it will be your last memory.' but he didn't. He just smiled kindly and blocked Dadramora from his mind if he tried to read his mind.
"I would love for you to." Dadramora said, amused. Dragoons were complex creatures, and very difficult to kill unless you knew that particular dragoon's weakness.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Xeon chuckled, "While you talked with Cecilia. While using your telepathic brain energies you leave your body slightly open. And one who can manipulate that with ease is more than capable to cause, life ending, damage."
"Ah, yes, but my body is strong. It can take enough abuse so that I can get back to it. But one problem. That was the first time I've used my psychic powers in twenty years or so. I don't use it often enough for it to be a weakness."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Xeon chuckled, the man hadn't realized what he had done to him. Now he knew that it was much easier to do than he thought. He removed it, to tell Dadramora would make it harder for him to do if he needed to, but now he knew that he could with ease. "Well that's good then." he wondered if the man would realize he never actually answered his question.
"So, does that mean you're going to kill me? Or attempt to do so? I think a group of spies would have a little difficulty in hitting something so far in the air they can't see it." Dadramora said, steering the conversation back to the original topic.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
