While Sion was lost in his thoughts and was trying to make sense of everything as well as his next move. He tried to meditate to see if there would be any other changes within his body yet after what felt like hours... there was nothing, due to which he sighed and slumped once again.
He was getting restless; he knew deep within his bones that something was not right, something felt off, but he could not figure out what it was.
"How long will it be until someone actually gets me out of there, unless they plan on freezing me to death down here?" He muttered, his voice echoing off the walls of his cell.
After a little while, his ears perked up when he heard a faint sound, a small clink of metal, and his eyes narrowed. That could not be the guards; he knew very well that he was all alone down there; he had been for what felt like hours on end.
He had company and judging by the silence of their movements, he doubted their intentions could be good. He leaned his ear against the wall, listening closely and his brows furrowed when he saw a shadow pass by the torchlights on the walls of the dungeons.
Silent, like a snake eyeing its prey and deadly, it was now certain someone else was there.
He kept his gaze fixed on the walls; he could see the figure was cloaked and a blade gleamed from the lights on the wall. Before he could make a move or sound to call out for anyone,.
The metal bars on the cell's gate groaned and hissed, not from being opened, but from being melted and his eyes widened as he stared at the metal, dripping to the floor like molten lava.
He instinctively took a step back, knowing he was in trouble with no way to defend himself, especially being bound.
He looked at the person as he stepped inside of the cell, the blade gleaming in his right hand. Everything was eerily silent and Sion swallowed. He did not speak, but his actions alone spoke of his true intent.
The person dashed forward, aiming for his head and with his heart pounding wildly in his chest and eyes wide. He immediately jumped backwards.
"What the hell is this? No warning, no words, just death!?" He exclaimed and the person turned to him with their eyes narrowed, still not saying a word, which was only making him more frustrated than he already was.
Sion dodged the next slash, his body moving faster than he expected it to, especially given the fact that his limbs were still in magical chains, ones he did not know how to break.
His new reflexes were catching up with him, moving on their own, even though his mind was scrambled, torn between many things. He was confused by what was going on, but he knew one thing, he was not going to die just like that, not without even giving his new chance at a life a shot, especially not by some silent fool.
The assassin groaned in annoyance. "You imbecile, will you just stop moving?"
Hearing him speak for the first time, Sion's head snapped towards him, looking almost scandalized and offended by his words. "Like hell I will! You are a killer. You think your victim will wait for you to kill them because you tell them to? Go to a mental asylum."
The assassin ignored him and lunged forward; his movements were precise and calculating and Sion's eyes narrowed as he looked around for anything to help him get out of this situation.
He saw a metal chain hanging from the ceiling and he jumped up on the bench and grabbed it, dodging the attack just in time. He spun around using the chain and kicked the person, sending them crashing into the wall.
He yanked the chain down from the ceiling, which was already cracked in the first place, managing to get the chain free and before the assassin could move again, he grabbed the bench in his cell, which was made of wood and could hardly be used as anything, but at the time it was all he could find, and had to get creative.
He used it as a makeshift shield as the assassin got up with a groan of pain and looked at him.
The guy rubbed his stomach, keeping his eyes on Sion. "You were supposed to be helpless."
Sion looked at him with an almost pained and deadpan expression. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I do not care who sent you?"
Yet once again, when there was supposed to be at least one answer, he was met with nothing but silence and a shining blade, no words. It was as if he only went mute during a certain period of time.
"Will you say something or are you just mute at a certain period of time? Who sent you?!" Sion shouted, but all of his attempts to get even an answer out of him or a simple roll of the eyes seemed futile, which only added to his annoyance.
The assassin's blade clashed with the makeshift shield, which was the only thing keeping the blade from piercing him at the time and he knew it was only a matter of time before it fell apart and his mind raced to find a way to stop the man who was after his life for reasons yet unknown.
They fought for a long time, with him on the defensive and the assassin unrelenting. Sion's eyes widened slightly as he caught a glimpse under the hood. Not human. Eyes were too dark. Skin was too smooth. Something was not right again.
'What is this person exactly? Is he even human? Why is he trying to kill me or more so... the person this body belonged to before I came along? Given the features of this body, this person was not helpless, yet they thought he was. What have I been thrust into here exactly? Some sort of powerful play among royality?'
Sion's mind raced with many questions, ones that he knew he would not get an answer to and with one desperate move, he pushed the bench forward, causing the person before him to stumble back just enough to grab the torch from the wall. Flames flared and spread throughout the cell; ashes fell to the cold floor, and Sion's brow furrowed.
He finally had an opening, a chance, and he took it without hesitation, thrusting it into the assassin's face.