A Tip of the Hat (Open)

The Baron was minding his own business shopping as it where when suddenly, and might I add rudely, he was pushed. Shoved, jostled and otherwise displaced from his own happy thoughts and position by an individual that was so insignificant that it might have been called an affront to nature for him to treat him so. It stunned him so that he didn't react to the act and that more then anything saved the man from a sudden and rather bloody end. " Did he jus... Tell mah someone else saw that!" Of course no one payed him much mind because he was in point of fact invisible to all but the most astute of humanity.

Without saying another word he turned to look at the ally way in which his aggressor had taken refuge and contemplated his next action. Of course he could walk in there, exchange insults and in the end make a day of this little event. Of course that would ruin the days planned shopping excursion and he would of course miss his planned lunch date with his old friends back at the castle... And that... Just wouldn't do!

So instead he opted for a second, much swifter option... And while it had the downside of being brass and rather inelegant in nature, it gig save him so much of his precious time. So, lifting a hand he began to charge a rather massive Gran Rey Cero that was sure to fix his little problem. Of course that doing this was kinda like using a shotgun to kill a fly, but like the Barons Pappy always used to say.... There was no kill like overkill. With that final happy though, he launched the beam that marked him as an espada and woe too anyone or anything in its rather massive path.

A sudden surge of reshi told the Baron that not all was taken care of! In fact, it could be said that nothing had been accomplished but the mass destruction of a city block, which while satisfying still meant he had a pesky menace to deal with... One that would surely take up the rest of what had been a rather pleasant afternoon. So with a sigh he turned back in the direction the man had fled and was greeted with a sight not often seen, and that being a man standing for the most part perfectly unharmed in what had been the path of his Cero. Blinking not once, not twice, but three times to make sure his eyes where in fact not being fooled he let out yet another soft sigh, which gave the man more then enough time to form what seemed like a bow out of thin air.

"Well ain't that a thing!"

With a quickness that was almost surprising that bow was raised, and shots... More shots then he could rightly count in the fraction of a second he had to react, flew at him. The baron of course was light on his feet despite his gigantic stature , this combined with the fact that he was painfully skinny(In the way that made him almost vanish from sight when one looked at him from the side) he fairly danced around the incoming projectiles... For the most part at least. Because as he whirled and spun with his invisible dance partner he could hardly keep track of each and every arrow shot. And so it was that while he avoided most of said shots, he was hit squarely by three or four, these tearing his clothing and causing him to let out curses of pain under his breath.

Then in the lull between volleys his cane snapped up and with out warning and with a speed that put even the bala to shame he fired a cero that was pale yellow in color at and around the source of his new found discomfort, it seemed to bath what ever it touched in that same colored light but other then that no harm seemed to befall those things that where touched by it. Continuing the constant stream of what seemed to be harmless light(directed as stated before at and around the man that had harmed him) the Baron sprang into the air with a single mighty leap and seemed to land upon an invisible platform in the sky, his mask seeming to slide from his hat ad to his face as he touched down. La Croix's eyes seemed to blaze then, and a small if jolly smile spread across his features... And then he laughed. A laugh that was filled with equal parts mirth and anger.