As Hunter had thought. “And how old are you Mr Harken, or would you prefer to be called Terrance? I have records here that date back over one hundred and fifty years. You’re not looking bad for a man of your age.”

He was remembering something about a family who used to breed animals. A little more than two hundred years ago the family of top breeders had all be killed. The locals had cried monster, but when he looked into it he dismissed it as simply a wild animal. Could it have been this man?

[glow=red,2,300]“And how old are you Mr Harken, or would you prefer to be called Terrance? I have records here that date back over one hundred and fifty years. You’re not looking bad for a man of your age.”[/glow]

Finally grasping the broken tip in his hand, Terrance ripped it out of the wound. He gasped, and tossed the object to the ground. "So ya 'ave infermation. Good fer ya." He remarked, placing his hand over the wound, as to prevent to much blood from escaping. This man sure knew too much, Terran observed. He shook his head. "Ya can call me wha' e'er ya wan'. Mr....Antonescu..." He said, smirking. ::Yer no' the only one who knows names, mate..:: He thought. Fiona had told him the name of her "friend" earlier when they had had a conversation together in his room. "Tis nice, I guess, feelin' like a young one fer the rest o' yer life.." He paused, closing his eyes, thinking. He opened them again. "As o' this september, I will be two hundred thirty eight, as of now I am two hundred n' thirty seven. " He smiled inwardly then continued, "Ya 'ave fun lookin' in those so called records? Learn anythin' interestin' I shoul' know abou'?" He asked, staring into the glass like a caged animal in the zoo.

Hunter smiled to himself. Terrance had the initiative to attempt to level the playing field by using his name. He’d most likely heard it from Fiona if the two of them live at the mansion. Time to reveal what he knew that the records didn’t.

“Terrance, why did you murder your parents?” he wasn’t completely sure he had, but from what he had heard in Romania suggested that a raging monster, Terrance, he killed the Harken family. This should put the man off balance.

[glow=red,2,300]“Terrance, why did you murder your parents?”[/glow]

The single sentence made terrance freeze. He gritted his teeth. ::Bastard...:: He cursed. The old "why you kill someone bit".That was a party killer, it was. " I didn' murder, m' mother.." He breathed, a sense of animostity in his tone. His eyes narrowed. "Father...Damn...deserved wha' 'e go'." He barked back, his voice deepening with a gluttaral growl. The air around him felt like someone had just taken the air out of the room and sucked all normal calm feelings away. His glance shot daggers at the mirror. Not litterally but theoretically. "Kee' m' mother ou' o' this.." He gripped at the wound, blood seeping through his fingers.

Hunter’s smile became a wicked grin. He’d gotten under the man’s skin. “I only asked as I hoped it was a good reason as they were some of the best animal breeders in my dukedom and their deaths cost me significant amounts of money at the time.”

That was true, as trade was disrupted and it had cost him. He quickly remedied the problem by doing another assassination job and earning more than he’d lost, but it was still an inconvenience. Currently he wondered what Terrance would make of his last statement.

[glow=red,2,300]“I only asked as I hoped it was a good reason as they were some of the best animal breeders in my dukedom and their deaths cost me significant amounts of money at the time.”[/glow]

::Wha'? Does 'e mean...:: Terrance blinked, slightly confused. "How...jus' who are ya?" He asked. ::How can 'e know...Wha' does 'e mean by...at tha' time?:: He pondered at the statement Antonescu had said. Terran opened his mouth to say, "How did ya know them? I mean yer only..." He paused, his eyes widening. "Ya were there?" He finished, clenching his other fist that wasn't grasped on the wound.

“Yes,” said Hunter coldly, “I was there a few months afterwards. You know my surname, do you not remember the name of the residing duke while you were growing up? Duke Antonescu, me.”

“I’ve been around far longer than you boy, and in that time I’ve learnt to keep my past hidden. Far better hidden that yours at any rate. Now I want you to tell me everything you know about the Xavier institute, especially its security systems.”

He didn’t say that failure to comply would be met with serious consequences, but his tone clearly implied it. If he had to he’d go in there and beat the information out of the man himself. But Dr Ingram had devised far more effective methods of torture, and so he’d expose Terrance to those if his questions were not answered.

[glow=red,2,300]“Yes,” said Hunter coldly, “I was there a few months afterwards. You know my surname, do you not remember the name of the residing duke while you were growing up? Duke Antonescu, me.”

“I’ve been around far longer than you boy, and in that time I’ve learnt to keep my past hidden. Far better hidden that yours at any rate. Now I want you to tell me everything you know about the Xavier institute, especially its security systems.”[/glow]

"I paid li'le attention towards all the governmen' issues." He replied, noticing the sudden change in the man's tone. ::This man isn' all Fiona said 'e was...I mean...why woul' e' wan' all the security infermation?:: He asked himself, rasing an eyebrow. This man was something to be dealt with. And he was a rare opponent that Terrance had waited a long time for. If Antonescu was really who he said he was...maybe there was something worth while that Terrance could reap from this.

He kept staring into the mirror, he could smell the man perfectly but he couldn't see him, which was fine, as long as he could have the scent to remember. " I 'ave no idea abou' the infermation ya wan' fro' me. I've only lived there fer so long." He replied. And truthfully, he didn't know that much about the security in the mansion. Hell, he barely knew where the kitchen was, or where the pool was located.

So much for him revealing useful information. Hunter could easily believe that the man hadn’t been there long, the records showed that he travelled often. If Terrance was no use for information then perhaps he could be of use as a sparing partner.

Hunter hadn’t had a decent brawl in a while. He’d had a sword fight with Jebidiah, but he’d held back in that to see what Jebidiah could do. Against Terrance he had no intention of holding back.

It took Hunter only a moment to change into his hunting outfit. He’d not worn the red leather coat in a while, it would be good to fight in it again. Opening the cell door he strode into the cell and back handed Terrance, hard.

“Time for a little sport,” he said with a grin. This reminded him of the German who he’d fought over three hundred years ago. He was without a sword this time, but with so much more hand to hand combat experience he was unconcerned.

Terran quickly observed the man stride in, clothed in a red leather coat. Then he was backhanded, and Terran reeled back, being startled by the sudden attack. He licked his lips. "Guess it's time fer another fight, hunh? Sounds li'e fun..:: He smirked.

[glow=red,2,300]“Time for a little sport,” he said with a grin.[/glow]

Terrance, wiped his mouth with his bloodied hand. His smirk creased his lips, as his eyes flashed bright orange. He swiped at the man, his nails growing to claws. Man how long had it been since a real good fight came to him? Oh yeah. Now. He stepped fowards, careful to dodge whatever he could.

Rather than dodge the attack Hunter blocked it, seizing Terrance’s wrist. He was strong, but Hunter was stronger, at least while he was in his human form, that could well change if Terrance transformed.

With Terrance’s wrist in one hand the other grabbed his shirt and hauled him bodily from the floor and tossed him into the rear cell wall which wasn’t electrified. He stalked towards Terrance, the long coat billowing around him as his silver eye’s flashed menacingly.

Terran rubbed his head after being tossed into the rear cell wall. He began to stand, Hunter getting closer to him as he did so. This man was strong. That was sure. But Terrance wasn't going to give up yet. The wound pained him as he moved, but he dealt with the injury for now.

Terran grinned, regaining his stance. "Yer strong, I'll give ya tha'." He remarked. He shook his head, trying to shake off the dizziness he had received from the impact of hitting his head on the wall.

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Hunter closed the distance and lashed out. His left hand aimed for Terrance’s stomach, looking to wind him. This would swiftly be followed by a right to the temple, and then a spin kick to the side.

The sequence of moves was intended to wind, stun then knock over his opponent. Even if the first attack missed he would follow through with the other two. He was interested to see if he could defeat Terrance without being hit once.

After the blows, Terrance gasped. He tried to regain his breath and in doing so, he was only pained more from the wound. ::There's only one way to get past this man's stren'.:: He thought. He weakly stood, a ripple of pain going through his system. He charged towards Hunter, his form changing rappidly till he tackled the other man into another wall. His human face disappeared as did the rest of his body. He was the monster once more, snapping it's jaws at Hunter as it beared down on him.

Hunter hit the wall, but the pain was minimal. Then Terrance transformed. Hunter had wondered how long it would take for Terrance to see that he was hopelessly out classed as a human and would need his beast to stand a chance.

Ducking the snapping jaws Hunter rolled aside, putting him to the left of the beast. Staying in a crouch he swept his leg back in a low kick which he aimed for the creature’s ankle. He had the advantage in speed and agility, and intended to maximise that by limiting the beasts.

If he could land a few blows on the creature’s legs and lower back he should reduce its ability to move. With its mobility limited he could dodge around it as he progressively attacked it, wearing it down.