Southern Cross (Kyosan/Matt Ishida)

[Kurtz]

Before he could even touch his food, Kurtz growled. Knew it. A person who had lived outside the city would at least know... where they came from. With a small sweat-drop, he then chuckled before smiling. "I knew exactly what I was doing. The game was over when you failed to answer me properly on your last location. Did you think, if this sort of stuff would happen,"

In a moment, Kurtz seemed to shift- his claw rising in an instant before grasping the blade on his neck- abormal strength suddenly ripping the knife from his neck but cutting his claw instead before chucking it to a side, and stepping back to face his assailant. "I wouldn't be prepared?!"