The Hypocritical Priest [invitation only]

The two brutes of priests were getting scowls across their faces. Their body language showing their anger, the priests took a step forward. Just as they did, a third priest appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Someone super-aware might have seen the masked priest dash at superhuman speeds behind the pair of brutes. The newcomer would obviously be the same as the third one in the airport. He grabbed both of the brutes by their shoulders. After arriving in a flash stopping the two brutes with no real effort, the leader whispers to the pair, "Not now. Not here." After that, he stepped in front of them and said to the skeletal headed man, "I am sorry if we have offended you in any way. I merely meant to keep an eye out for you. I really think though that you should follow any instructions you had for being here, and then being on your way." With that said the figure would turn to go. The voice behind the mask would be oddly familiar, not quite fitting in with the roman idea of pitch and tone. The two brutes though stood their ground.

Delvar watched as the confrontation occurred. He had been ready to join he fight, but the fight had been stopped just before it really occurred. The third man who had stopped the fight seemed oddly familiar, though Delvar couldn't place the voice. All he knew was he was ready to follow any instruction's Womb might give.

The Womb would have spat upon the ground in front of the priests if he had any lips to perform the action. instead he simply turned away and walked toward his partner Delvar. "Come Delvar, we must make our way towards our destination."

After a whiles searching the pair found what looked like a dingy, seedy bar entitle "The Crucifix" Convinced this was the bar intended for them Womb made his way towards the back of the bar, to the alley prescribed by Red53. However a he rounded the corner there was no one there. "Curses! Perhaps we dawdled too long Delvar? What shall we do now?"

The brute priests watched as the pair continued on their way. This time they cut around the crowd, seeming to no longer be following their query. When the two legionnaires walked behind The Crucifix, the two brutes arrived again. One of the two came up behind the two and the other priest came from a corner in front of them. This time no one was around.

The priest Womb had slapped earlier was in front. he stepped forward, but kept just a little distance between him and the spectre. The other priest stood behind them blocking the exit from the alley. The first priest said, "I see our messenger has failed to kill you. I will happily bring you in as a trophy tonight. After that, I will hunt down our blood hound and kill him too. You will be punished for your sins against God!" With that, the priest rushed forward, attempting a wild charging punch.

The second priest lifted his robes from his body, displaying the muscles rippling across his whole body; the only thing covering him was a pair of shorts. The man cracked his knuckles, and a metallic crack sounded. He stepped forward slowly, reaching Delvar just as the first man reach Womb, and swung with a controlled, powerful uppercut to the smaller man's face.

Delvar followed Womb as he walked away, the two brutes not backing down. He worried a bit about them, but decided it was more important to get this job done than make a scene. He followed Womb as they walked behind a shady bar christened "The Crucifix," and at first Delvar had to agree with Womb, until the two priests from before arrived. When the first priest announced himself, Delvar couldn't help but laugh. The idea of an ambush was to take the opponent by surprise. In announcing his intentions, the priest was either too stupid to grasp that, or overly confident of their ability to take the two legionnaires down. Either way, the pair of brutes would pay for this mistake.

The priest with a grudge against Womb began charging at his leader, and Delvar would have reacted but noticed the other man was coming at him. His opponent was to be this muscled brute, The thing that worried Delvar was the odd sound when the man cracked his knuckles. Delvar watched the slow steady approach, and reacted to the swing quickly. Taking a step back, he dodged the uppercut. He would then proceed to try to take a quick step forward, step on the brute's chest, and place a full forced kick to the side of the man's head. If this move worked, he would attempt to push off the man's chest with his foot to safety.