Zero
Location: The Sobbing Basilisk
Time: 19:00 - Afternoon
Day: April 1st
For the first time Zero was taken back. No, that description didn't serve. At this level, it was closer to he had been shocked to the core....but it wasn't the mark's actions which took him off guard. Behavior like his could spill over into open violence at any time. Zero's first response was simple flight. Getting into a fight here would have several detriments. His body was a trump card, and an easily identifiable trait.
The Takashi clan had done what it could to minimize visibility, but the fact remained, Zero was here in Olympus. He had to account for the fact that if he was witnessed shrugging off gunfire or withstanding magic that should have destroyed a simple magi, it would quite possibly be traced back to him, ruining his disguise. Likewise, using magic presented a similar problem. He could easily stop an attack, as a matter of fact the same suppression he had used against Shizuku would serve, and for much the same reason. But it would create a trail that led back to him. So simply walking away was the correct move. But he didn't move. Or rather, maybe he couldn't.
"Four years? FOUR YEARS?!" Zero's body was nearly shaking, whether from laughter, rage, or fear, it couldn't be told, but there was nothing but derision showing on his face. "This miserable farce has been going on for four fucking years!? Who could possibly believe there was anything worth fighting for at this point?!" Zero wasn't so foolish as to not keep his eyes on a probable opponent, but all the same, he could barely do that and comprehend the idea he had just been presented with.
"Old man.....you take your best shot. Cause there is a difference between you and me, And I will prove it to you. I haven't lost it yet. And once I have....you are gonna help me figure this thing out. Cause you want this thing to end to, and you can't do it yourself. I however....can."