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Montblanc sighed, and stepped off the wall, rubbing his temples. You expect me to believe I'm one of the Ten? I'm sorry, but I find that hard to believe. I memorized that ten. One of light? Nope. Broken? Nuh-uh. I doubt you would consider me honorable. I could go on. Needless to say, I don't think I believe you. For example, what happens if I decide to just cut your purse and leave? I mean, I could ev-" He abruptly cut himself off midsentence, his eyes, inflection, and body language showing no sign of the knife until it was being thrown across the room at an inhuman speed towards the man's chest. Without waiting to see it strike the target, he whirled on the others, deftly replacing the claws on his hands. "Anybody else object to me leaving? I don't believe in all this shit. I know a scam when I see one, believe me. You want free service, be my guest. Just find someone more gullible to do it. Now then...anybody going to try and stop me?" He scowled, clinking his claws together lightly.