Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 18 - Orders are Orders

Without a moment to spare I swiftly reached down to the dress slit on my thigh and drew a gun I had been withholding in case Chrollo and I ran into any problems. I sprayed an array of bullets towards the black blur that was growing closer and closer by the second.

I concentrated solely on the skilled swordsman before me. It took a moment but I was finally able to make out his features. And with that I aimed my gun, rapidly shooting out the remainder of my bullets.

It didn't really surprise me when he managed to avoid all of them. I scoffed and threw my pistol across the room causing it to slide across the bare concrete and crash into the wall.

Taking a quick step back, I braced my self before dashing backwards in a low jump. As soon as I landed, my feet skid across the floor. Out of instinct, I leaned backwards just in time to see a rapier like blade slash above my face and then without a moment to waste it twisted and came crashing down towards my body.

I hooked my right ankle around the blade in a quick motion and twisted my body around it. The momentum from the force aiding me in my retreat across the room when I pushed off of it.

Once I landed I stood up but felt a sharp pain in my ankle causing me to gasp. Should have expected that. I thought with a sigh.

I reached for my ankle and collected some of the blood from the wound. I trailed my blood covered thumb down from my right elbow to my middle finger in a quick swipe.

Taking a jump back from an incoming attack I manipulated my hand into claws and activated my Nen. Titanium. The tingly feeling of metal replacing my lower right arm causing shivers to run up and down my body.

Ignoring the pain in my ankle, I rushed forward at the same time Feitan did. As I watched the shimmer of Feitan's umbrella sword grow nearer, I sent my arm forward as well.

Just moments before my claws could penetrate his rib cage or his sword could be plunged into my stomach. A voice froze us in our place. "That's enough." We both turned our heads towards Chrollo and the rest of who I assume were the Phantom Troupe.

It was Chrollo who spoke. His eyes staring into ours as if to dare us to make another move against each other. "After all," He smiled. "Serious fights between Troupe members are prohibited."

A look of surprise found its way onto my face, while a look of fury became evident on Feitan's. "What?!" He hissed.

It felt as if I was expected to say something, but I couldn't find my words. How was I supposed to responded to that?

After a short moment of silence that felt far longer, I was able to collect my thought. "Chrollo... I don't believe I ever agreed to such a thing..."

"You say it as if you have anywhere else to go." He quipped.

I felt my eyes widen in shock. "You're... offering me a position in the troupe?" I was struggling to wrap my head around this. It wasn't that long ago that I found myself being 'tortured' by Feitan or rescuing Kil and Gon from their base and yet here I was, being offered a position.

"It's more like an order." He spoke in an amused tone that contradicted his words. "You see, after tonight, the information you hold could be rather useful to those who wish to bring us down." His words were sharp and precise almost as if he had planned this conversation in his head. "Of course, you could always decline. But I wouldn't make it easy for you." I peered behind him and watched as each member of the spiders tensed, ready for any indication to attack.

Well. Almost all of them.

"Well," I chuckled dryly. "What real choice do I have?"

"In that case," He smiled and motioned to the people behind him. "Welcome to the Phantom Troupe, Y/n L/n."