An Interesting Addition [Invite]

The not-entirely-human walked through the doorway and raised a hand with a calm smile. In his other hand, he had a live, struggling chicken grabbed by the head, his fist around its throat and his thumb pressing down on his upper beak to keep it shut.

“Yo. Seems like I’m at the right place.” Gaz mentioned, for the chicken to then suddenly burst and in a flash, transform into a smooth and perfectly homogeneous red sphere, floating right next to the mage’s shoulder. The bird had been instantly turned into a perfectly even, perfectly blended slush. He’d then point to it from below and make a circular motion, and the liquid sphere seemed to follow, turning into a scarlet doughnut.

“I’m Gaz. Blood wizard.” he explained, then poked the donut, turning it into a teapot. Of course, he wanted to impress his would-be boss, which is why he was pulling off this little show of his abilities.

“I can drive a ship, yeah.” he’d continued, to then poke the goopy mass and turn it into a small statue of himself.

“Talk myself out of bad situations? Well, I’ve passed as a regular human for years while learning dark magic, that should count.” he chuckled, poking the mass again, this time it became a small scale model of his former University building in East City.

“And take a hit? Well. I’m available for putting that to the test.” he’d grin, poking the floating goop, causing it to elongate and sharpen, turning into a sword. “I’m also actually quite curious myself about how strong you are yourself, Derry.”

He gripped its hilt, and put himself en garde. “I’m sure you’d also like someone who doesn’t leave a trace after a tussle.” he grinned.

“So don’t worry. I’ll gladly clean up your blood after we’re done. It’ll be spotless, like if nothing had happened here.”

He'd stay still and let him get so close to him, and even lean in a bit towards the pink-haired man himself. "Sure thing." he'd reply.

He reacted to the punch perhaps a few millisecond too slow, as he didn't have enough time to warp the chicken mass into a full shield in time, only able to construct a thin, hardened layer of blood before his fist connected with his body before the impact.

With a loud thud, the first would hit, right on the improvised red plate, forcing Gaz to slip on the ground a short distance with a screeching sound of his sneakers. He then had to take a step back to recover his balance, but nonetheless he was able to keep his footing.

"You're strong." he admitted, somewhat surprised to find that this mere man could have such a powerful hook. Was he on steroids? No, steroids wouldn't be able to reach this level of strength. He was actually a robot, perhaps? Or a user of magic like himself? Still largely ignorant to the mysteries of ki and energies other than the arcana he has studied, he was somewhat bewildered by Derry's accomplishment here. He was curious.

"I wonder what kind of tricks have you got in that body of yours?" he'd taunt, reforming the blood back into a sword, and pulling it back to then thrust it forwards, attempt to stab the man with it.

"You might know me now - but I want to know you!"

“Interesting!” Gaz called out as he put his blade in the way of the blast, causing it to block the attack, but burn to crisp, fading away into a small pile of soot at Gaz’s feet.

“Oh. I should really get more chickens.” he chuckled, and looked around for something he might suck the blood out of, now that he was unarmed. But he didn't find anything immediately available, unfortunately.

Although a small tongue of flame had managed to reach the furthest part of his sleeve, he had now realized. Curious, he quickly tore it off, and held it in front of his eyes.

“Pink fire?” he asked, observing the little fire consume what was left of the fabric, until Gaz had to let go of it as the flames consumed it away completely.

“What kind of sorcery is this, Derry?” he asked. “I’m really quite curious.”

He'd then detect in the corner of his eye the remains of the small small flick of blood that he had managed to slice off him, and he'd beckon it towards himself, causing it to float up and into the blood mage's hand. He improvised, and made a paper-thin dagger with it, and put himself en garde again.

“I'm ready for another sample.” he grinned.