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[ram_of_gold]

[Shion and Mu appear on the Plane together, although something is very clearly wrong. Shion has his hand around the throat of the semi-conscious and much battered Mu, holding him half off the ground as his grip tightens and black blood drips to the Plane floor.]Is this really your last act, Aries? I am disappointed. I had thought a Gold Saint

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[vengefulagent]

[this, THIS, is exactly why Wash thinks there should be some sort of proper security force around the Plane. the moment he spots this going on, he readies his pistol, and aims it for Shion's head, but doesn't fire. instead, he turns on his voice amplifier]

Hold it right there! Let him go, or I will make you.

[ram_of_gold]

[Shion doesn't seem phased by the gun pointed at him. In fact all he does is look over in a mildly interested way.]

Do you really think that you can?

[vengefulagent]

[his aim doesn't waver at all]

This thing isn't exactly a water pistol or anything. [Wash squeezes off a shot--but adjusts his aim at the last second, focusing it an inch to the side of Shion's helmet]

Do you want another demonstration? Or have I made my point?

[ram_of_gold]

[Shion jerks his head reflexively, but he only narrows his eyes in annoyance. He reaches down to free the whip at his waist] I do not respond well to threats.

[vengefulagent]

Well, that certainly got your attention anyway, huh? [he tries not to sound cocky, but he is mildly amused at the thought of what a mere whip can do against his armor]

So I suggest you let your hostage go or you will find a bullet lodged somewhere you don't want it.

[ram_of_gold]

[Shion just give him a Look. He does not like this man's tone.] You will regret it if you do not leave and mind your own business.

[vengefulagent]

Sorry, but it kind of is my business now. [his tone is so not apologetic] I can't exactly walk away, not when you've gone through the trouble of threatening me.