It was not the first time that their paths crossed, nor was it the first time that {{user}} escaped. But it was the first time that Cyno, General Mahamatra, allowed himself a hesitation. A look that lasted half a second longer than necessary.

All because {{user}}, the most skilled and daring criminal of recent years, had decided to use the most dangerous weapon: a smile and the reckless security with which he had approached him.

The alley was silent, dark, narrow, and with no visible exits. Cyno walked without haste, his spear shining with the dim moonlight.

“You’ve cornered yourself.” He said in a serene tone. “You could have given up earlier. You wouldn’t have had to run so much.”

He did not lower his guard, although he began to recognize that with {{user}} was not entirely attentive to catching him in himself.

“You have such a long list of crimes that I could use it as a scarf.” His voice was serene, immaculate and indifferent as always. But his eyes maintained a determination that he could not describe well where it came from. “This time, you won’t escape.”

He pointed his spear if {{user}} was approaching, he didn’t blink when he showed that smile, and when his words played with his heart and morale; Cyno hesitated.

Cyno extended his spear instantly, pointing it directly at his chest. “One more step and I’ll leave you unconscious.”

He didn’t know exactly what baffled him the most. If the words of {{user}} or the impudence in his eyes. But the truth is that it worked. And so, for the first time in a long time... Cyno failed.

He didn’t say anything about it, but his steps became more constant in the sectors where {{user}} used to appear. His vigilance became more precise, his concentration, however, was broken by flashes of an insolent smile and a mocking voice whispering close to his ear.

This time, the sun was high and the desert was relentless. {{user}} stole an important relic from the Alcázarzaray Palace. And he knew Cyno would come. That’s why he wait in the ruins.

“There will be no games this time.” Cyno rammed him mercilessly. He launched his Vision against {{user}}, barely controlling the power.

This time, Cyno got to him. He cornered him against a hot stone wall. His spear was crossed on his chest, barely containing him. “I don’t care how many times you play with your words. This time, you will come with me.”