Faith Meets Vladimir 'The Impaler' Strife

"Of course not. My swords have never touched a drop of innocent blood and they never vill" he said with a brutally honest expression on his face.

Faith nodded as she smiled, she was satisfied with that answer at least. Scar was about to make another remark but she kept her mouth shut.
"So what else do you know about G.U.N and S.C.A.R?"

"Nothing much, aside from what I just said" he said as he crossed his arms.

She nodded and sighed softly, she should ask Pain again really, he was the one with all the answers.
"Hmm...fair enough, want to know anything else?" she asked, her eyes flickering to him as they kept walking.

"Not really" he said as he shook his head in the negative. To be honest, he did wish to ask some questions about G.U.N but he figured he would wait and ask Pain when he met him.

Faith lapsed into silence, she didn't know what else to say so she just looked for Pain. He had a certain trail that he left behind him usually. She sighed and kept quiet, one hand holding the tissue in place and one hand dug in her pocket.
What bar....

(I'm gonna wait until Pain gets on)

((mkay ^^ ))

Pain stood in his Entropus the Virtual Man's costume, his brothers costume that he gave to him many years ago. He looked just like his brother in this thing, well, a much larger version of his brother. The dark gray tights hugged his muscles well, showing them off even more so than usual, he was indeed a handsome man, even if you couldn't really see him. He wore a long dark gray cloak which wrapped around him, he wore his hood over his head, hiding his facial features in darkness. He very rarely wore this costume, but today found it necessary, to hide his identity as he did his job, people were more of accepting of him in this costume versus what he really looked like. Most people feared him...

Pain stood on a traffic light pole, standing high above them, balancing himself with skill on the small pole. His arms crossed, his cape dancing in the breeze, his eyes narrowed down at the two of them, watching this man with disgust, there was never a reason to murder petty criminals or thugs, there was never an excuse to murder whatsoever. Pain was strongly against this, the only foes he had murdered in the past needed to be killed for the greater good, he had only killed a few men in his lives and each of those men deserved it and were given several opportunities to change or surrender. Only DoomPlague was never given those options.

His familiar raspy, deep and fierce voice echoed towards them, the only thing they would be able to identify him with. "Never killed an innocent bub? I doubt that...Not everyone's on the right path at first, I wasn't, but it doesn't mean they aint good people at heart...Never thought of the families you've torn, the fathers, sons, brothers, everything you've killed even for the most petty crimes. You're a murderer, cut the bullshit." He said coldly, his stance unchanging as the breeze gusted into him.

Vladimir turned to him and gave him a glare. "If the criminals vere foolish enough to commit a crime, that's practically saying they care nothing for their family. Even if they did it for their family, that's no excuse to commit a crime. I'm sure you don't take that excuse vhen your rounding up crooks and criminals" he said in his thick Russian accent.

Faith coughed very softly, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked up at Pain. Scarlet had already gone quiet after her little outburst and Faith felt...alone. It was odd, she had always wanted the quiet of mind but Scar was so quiet Faith was scared she had lost her but she knew she was there, somewhere, right at the back.
"Vlad this is my bodyguard, Pain this is Vlad..." she began, she guessed she should do the introductions all though no doubt they knew each other in some weird way or another. She moved the cloth from her head. The blood was still running just not as fast as before - thank god. She needed stitched but oh well. Her lip was bust as she had bruises down her left cheek but other than that she was fine.

"I beat the crap out of em and let the police do the rest, I aint the murderer you are, don't compare us punk. It aint your place to take their lives, it aint no ones place." Pain popped his neck to the right then to the left, looking back at him with fierce eyes, his face hidden by the cloak. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed blood trickling from Faith's head, a wound? From who? From that creep? That's it, he was goin down, he made no exception for murderers.

"Bub, You're about to get your ass kicked." He smirked as he leaped off of the pole, his arms coming from their crossed position, his right arm cocking back heavily ready to smash him into the concrete as he hurled himself towards the killer. He intended to drop his fist down onto him with all his might.

Vladimir backflipped away from Pain and brought out his swords. "If you vish to fight vith me, then prepare to feel the wrath of Vlad the Impaler" he said with narrowed eyes as he swung his swords at Pain.

(His swords have a Durability that match Pain's so they won't break on contact with Pain's body)

"Oh my God..." Faith groaned. Scar was completely quiet until Pain had said that.
"No Pain - please it's fine, it's just a cut, I can stitch it myself at home...please no fighting...?" she asked, her eyes wide. She really didn't want a fight in the middle of the street, especially with all these people around.

Pain's eyes narrowed as he saw the man through his blades out, hurling down towards him quickly he could attack him like he planned, or do something a little more dangerous. He opened himself up for the attack, pulling his punch and holding both arms up at his sides, ready to bear-hug him when he got there. The two connected, both blades impaling him as he came down towards the man, coming out through his back, blood spurting about. Pain only smirked at the man, attempting to wrap his massive arms around him to bear-hug him. "I'm tougher than I look..."

Vlad held onto his swords and kicked off of Pain with his legs. "So am I" he said as he twirled his swords around and waited for Pain to come at him.