Subterranean Halls

Indeed, this girl wasn't hard to find. Infact, she sounded rather popular among the few people he talked too on his way in, and outside the arena. No matter, he was not so well known, so that suited him just fine. He wandered through the area casually, taking in the sights and sounds, and a couple swigs of his Sake along the way. Zagarus set him a task, he'd follow through. Well, maybe, anyway. A fair amount of time would pass before Zegaru finally stumbled into the halls themselves. He stopped a moment, and pulled down his Jingasa a bit more.

"Well, off we go..."

He muttered to himself, heading in whatever direction - Again, a small amount of time would no doubt pass before he finally caught sight of the girl, wandering aimlessly,as if exploring. No matter, he pretty much followed suite, but he made sure to keep his left hand resting on his Katana, and his right holding the Jingasa down.

Zegaru frowned at this comment. Following her? She was indeed quite the paranoid type, it seemed. How should he proceed he wondered to himself, before his lips pulled into a slight smile. He slowly pulled off the Jingasa atop his head, allowing his greasy black hair to tumble down. Opening his eyes, he gazed at the girl, almost longing like.

"Perhaps, I had a question about that sword of yours.... Is it sharp?"

Zegaru did not move to attack though, so perhaps he was only an adoring fan?

"No reason, really, dear girl. It's just... Mine are kind of dull."

Zegaru again smiled, letting his left hand grip around the hilt of his own sword, slowly drawing it from its black saya.

"I just can't understand why, myself. Perhaps a warrior like yourself could tell me."

Zegaru held up the blade with his left hand, allowing the girl to see the chipped and dinged surface. Ancient stains of blood patterned around each chip. Who was this man...? He couldn't attack though, I mean, it was in his left hand, after all. Something few, if any samurai were known to use in single blade combat.

"What do you think?"

"Ah, well, that may be true my dear. Thank you."

Zegaru offered the girl a half smile, before slowly turning away from her, angling his blade back into its saya. Using his right hand in mid turn, he reached into the folds of his Kimono, and pulled out a weathered wood looking flask, which he brought to his lips. Once he was fully turned away from her, she would see his shoulders shift as he lowered the flask.

"Such a sweet girl you are, although your beauty informs me you belong in a house with a man to care for you, imagine my shock too see a prison escapist before me... That is a shame."

Right at those words, Zegaru spun back around, pivoting with his right foot, and flinging the flask directly for the young woman's face, his left hand quickly drawing out the worn Katana once more. It was clear this was indeed a well informed agent from somewhere, or indeed an insanity wracked fan.

"Well, I don't like this... Come back, sweetheart! We can have some food, discuss it!"

Well, she ran - And naturally, he gave chase. The difference? He was silent in his movements - No footwear gave him this advantage - But she was up too something, right? There was no way a girl like this would just... Run. He knew better. But playing the fool is what he did best.

"Darling, please..! That was my last flask of Sake!"

Zegaru squinted his eyes, and smiled slowly, he had her in his sights - It'd be a simple matter to just lunge at her... But no, she was better than that. He knew this - Or else Zagarus himself would of come - His eyes darted left, and like that, he was no longer behind her? The thing he got about this subterrian level was simple - It all interconnected at certain points, points he had gone over before-hand. Enough to catch her off guard though? He actually couldn't say.

"...What the hell...?"

She was onto him - As he floored around corner after corner, he finally passed under a threshold, only to have a sword pointed at his face. Well, this was a way to sober up - But beyond that, there was something more. This woman was supposed to be a weapon, something so feared by Zagarus she needed to be brought down! But.... the girl before him... was trembling. Tense - Something wasn't right about this.

"Zagarus you bastard.... Lamina, go."

Zegaru still had his sword out, but this was strange. He told her to go - Yet his eyes didn't leave her own. Woman like her... they couldn't be trusted. They attacked when you least expected it - And his sword wasn't even gripped tightly. If she wanted to attack, this was her chance, her best chance.

"Clearly, you either do not wish to fight an unknown entity, or you are so terrified of that place you will not go back, no matter what. Reasons I care little about. But reasons that could cost me money. So leave."

Again, Zegaru stared at the girl, those pale amber eyes searching, for something, anything. Either this woman would take his offer and leave, or she would take his offer and attack. Either way, he was ready.

As the girl snarled at him, Zegaru lowered his sword, and black whisps and puffs of energy seem to emanate around him, and his worn katana. It was odd though, was he planning to attack?! No, nothing of the sort - He did not move, just lowered his sword, and he offered the girl his hand.

"First, little girl, I said I'd let you go, but before that, I just realized...."

He smiled sardonically, and tilted his head, looking around the area, as if too see through walls, which it was highly unlikely he could - He was just a samurai, after all.

"You will not speak to any guards about our meeting - Shake my hand, so the bond cannot be broken, I do not trust you - Nor should you trust me - So ontop of that, I too will make a vow to you which will force me to agree too, or die. A sort of... Unbreakable vow between us."

Zegaru's smile faded though, was he really wiling to risk that much just to not be reported? Yeah - If he got caught here, no clue what penalties could be enforced upon him - And the lack of sake would be a terrible thing to waste.

"Fall for what? It is merely a spell to ensure we do not betray each others words - I would call it more of a curse with some ties to magick. You break said vow you promised, you die. That simple. And you're not going until I at least know you will not betray me."

Zegaru frowned outwardly. Magic was indeed a terrible thing, he knew that. He was a samurai though, Magic was not his primary or secondary method of disposal, anyone that knew Samurai would know that.

"If it makes you feel any better, using this takes years off my life as well, but I am not going to prison because some little girl wants me out of the picture."

Zegaru frowned inwardly, if he kept this up, he'd be dead in a weak, yet the feint from Marina caused nothing more then a simple shift of his eyes - If she was going to kill him, then so be it. His right hand came up, touching the flat of her sword lightly.

"Too many steps back to actually cause me to move, dear girl. It is a simple, and quick matter. And I would really prefer it than coming to blows, to be honest. Then again, my hand is right here..."

Was he... goading her? Perhaps - He didn't have all day, and he wanted out of here just as bad as she did. It was just a simple matter, of who was gonna trust who first? Could be a long day, after all..