::Kitsune looks around him, and he swears::
A force field?! I don't need any stinking force field! ::Kit walks through the shield like butter, then he stares down Babs. She starts::
Jones: I thought you were dead! You don't seem very tough. How'd you do it?
Kit: Apparently, you're just as hard to hurt as I am. And as for how, let's have a little demonstration.
::A silver white glow shwooshes around Kitsune, and he reaches his hand out. A portal appears, and he pulls out a large double-edged sword. Written on the side is "Excalibur"::
Jones: Excalibur?
Nope, just a replica. But I'm betting it'll still be enough to stop you.
::The two of them circle each other, eyeing the other's blade(or, in Kitsune's eyes, Babs' <i>blades</i>)::
Jones: Why would you want to harm me?
Besides the fact that you almost killed me, and you killed three others, you look like an assassin. And I make it a point to stop any assassin I meet. You might just be out to kill a friend of mine.
Jones: I highly doubt you know my target.
You may be right. But I intend to stop you anyway.
::Kit lunges forward, and Jones deftly steps out of the way, bringing her katana's butt down on Kit's spine, hard. He falls, surprised, and he trembles a bit with shock. Babs raises her sword, and she swings down. Kitsune shakily lifts his sword in time to block the chop, and he scrambles to his feet and away from her::
Damn, that's good. Not many could dodge that.
Jones: Heh. I'm not many.
We'll see how well you dodge THIS!
::Kitsune strides forward, and with a flash of silver-white light, he's gone. Babs pulls her sword up, but not fast enough. Kit rams his sword through her gut, and twists::
Heheheh. Let's see how you survive that.
::He pulls the sword out, and he throws it through a portal::
Little Miss Assassin. How you feeling? A little . . . dead, perhaps?
::Babylon hunches over and stares at him through slitted eyes::
Not on your life, I'm not.
::She jumps up, and Kit is thrown in to the air. He's surprised at first, but he soon corrects himself and lands on his feet::
Heh. Too bad I can control reality, whoever you are. That would've KOed my younger half, but I've learned a few tricks he hasn't. Namely, this one. It's real dirty, though.
::Babs is suddenly picked up and thrown through the air herself. She hits the ground, and she shakily gets up::
Jones: It'll . . . take . . . more than that . . . to keep me from my mission.
::She suddenly turns and vanishes::
What? Where'd she go?
::And somewhere in the airport, a man with silver runes covering his body starts laughing::
Vandal: Oh boy . . . the look on his face--!
_________________ I'm too damn pretty to die.
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