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yinsukin:
Suerte

Suerte raised an eyebrow at the kid.  "Doffy?  Thats like two arcs behind...."

Wait focus Suerte FOCUS!

Hearing Justice's comment about the town made of martial artists, she smiled and turned to her partner.  "Oh my god!  Really?!  Like a town full of Bruce Lee's?"

Martial artists weren't unheard of in her world, but most prefer to use guns.  Everyone in her town from the old dive bars to the police chief used guns.  Funnily enough, the last true martial artist she killed was a samurai.  He had marched into town, murdered the entire police force and threatened to kill her man at the time.  It was a satisfing kill from a strong heart, truely one of the more satisfying murders she had commited.  Now there was an entire town full of them!  Astounding.

Kotomine_Rin:
Spidey

Wait what!? 2 arcs behind! Wait no, focus A-70_ , FOCUS!

The spider shook his head vigorously before grinning. "Yep, pretty much! It's a pretty scary place honestly, as far from sane civilization as you get. We have some moles in there though, obviously."

He yawned before giving Justice a good pat on the back. "As it happens, I know just the guy. Follow me..."

With that, he waddled his way out. Just as he passed by the two employees, he sneered in such a way the two's spines ran chills. "Remember kids, behave. And do your jobs right this time."

Kotomine_Rin:
Slums

11:45 PM NEXUS TIME

The Bikers and the Kidnapped

Pant pant pant pant...

Hurried steps rushed through the filth and the streets. Shaking with fear, a young girl no older than 14 darted left and right, trying to lose her pursuers. Her heart was the one thing racing faster than her legs, and she panted and trampled over the ground. But try as she might, she couldn't escape the dark chills chasing her spine. A motorcycle vroomed with a hellish roar and cut her race short. She tried zipping away to the left, barely dodging a hand swiping to grab her hair.

"Gotcha! Hahaha!" She rolled on the ground, bit her lip and immediately jumped back to keep running, stumbling but racing on with surprising speed. No, it wasn't that. They were all toying with her.

"Oh come on! Wait up cutie!" Another punk on a motorcycle cried out and raced her, circling around her while waving a chain around before whipping her on the leg. "Wohoooooo!" "Hahahahaha!" "Niiiiiice!" She fell down and screamed, and clasped at her leg. That moment was enough for the dozens of motorcycles to finally catch up to her, lights blinking. You see, they were all part of a gang, while she was just the daughter of a businessman. She was worth quite a bit of money, but somehow she managed to escape. That wasn't the worst of her crimes though. She had stabbed one of their own in the eye, when he simply tried to 'get friendly' with her.

Now, they were out for blood.

"Awww~! We're just trying to have some fun! Heheheh, you shouldn't run when you can't hide. Why don't you be a good girl and just give us what we want?" A drooling bandit sporting a pompadour smacked his lips, while another flicked his tongue around for all to see, making some ridiculous cry of war.  A motorcycle quickly zoomed past a few other ones circling her, intending to cut straight into her leg. She turned pale, freezing for a second.

"Haha, we'll make it worth your while! <3" The bike was just about to rush her when-

She suddenly hurled a rock at the rider's face, causing him to lose control and swerve. The circling bikes didn't move in time, causing a few to run off course and impact. The others lost balance, and some had to swerve away, while many others were still circling but too far to reach her. "Take that, ass-hole!" Her look of fear turned out to be a cocky smile. The girl didn't give up to those creeps, not like she'd give them the satisfaction. But just as she was about to cry victory, a chain was hurled straight at her face. She ducked, and immediately got back up and tried running away, making for as much distance as she could.

She ran. And ran. And ran...

...

"FUCKING BITCH! I'M GOING TO KILL HER!" The punk yelled, wiping the blood off his forehead. "Damn slippery slut, DAMN! I'll fucking gut her like a rat!" He smashed his fist on the ground before getting back up, lifting his bike and making sure it could still run before getting back on it. Soon, the riders recollected themselves, but this time they weren't messing around.

"Hehehe! Oh she fucked up! She done fucked it up!" Another rider yelled out.

With that, 36 riders ran down the streets from all corners, looking for that one girl. As this whole chaos unfolded, the girl so happened to race past a blonde man with a shockingly long mane. He didn't pay this whole scene much mind. Not like it was his business.

"Let's go boys!" The riders screamed.

Okay this was kind of loud. Maybe it was his business.


? ? ? ? ?

36 riders laid bloody on the streets from all corners, their bikes dismantled and their weapons tattered and broken all over. Pistols, shotguns, barbed bats, chains. All rent and useless. Big blue swollen bumps were popping all over their faces, their teeth had been kicked in so bad they'd have to stick in the hospital for months. And what wasn't broken was most definitely on fire right now.

The girl was hiding in an alleyway. Just in front of it, a blonde man was surrounded by all of these bodies. It... definitely didn't look good. But to think a single man did all that... it was almost absurd! There was no way it was possible!

"Welp. So much for my one good deed for the day." He spat on the ground with his hands in his pockets. "Hey missy! You can come out now!" He gave a quick look at the alleyway. But there just wasn't a lot of sound other than the crackling fire and some of the riders groaning in pain.

"Oh good grief." Right, he boinked her on the head when she annoyed him. For being such a considerate guy, the first thing she did when he punched the first punk in the face was complain on and on about how she was going to get killed for this. Big deal. Did she think he was trying to be some big hero or something? They just happened to piss him off, making all that noise.

Not like he needed another reason to punch them. Yep. So much for a good deed. So he walked down the alleyway and crouched down the knocked out girl,  threw her over his shoulder and searched her pockets...

"Oho! Bingo!" His face almost lit up when he felt a big fat wallet. He took it out, opened it up, and almost squeed all starry eyed when the glow of all sorts of shiny cards and fat stacks of cash assaulted his eyes. Huzzah! This should last him about a few weeks...

"Hehe, yep! A good deed goes a long way!"

Oh right, he didn't give her his name. Not that he asked her hers. Oh well. Its not like it'd take much to figure who did this.

Yang Xiao Long. That was the name of one of the kings that ruled these streets.

yinsukin:
Aruna

If one were to press cotton against a cold floor, there would be the slightest sound, the pushing of cloth against marble.  However, Aruna made no sound, even as she leaped across rooftops.  The moonlit sky cast a spotlight on Aruna's feminine form.  The midnight dance of a thousand demons is what it used to be called, a raid on humans from a small squadron of demons looking to feed.  It was a tactic the demons often used to hunt during the great war, since at anytime they could risk divine punishment from the angels.

It was called the dance of a thousand demons because the lower level demons in the squadren would often cast illusion magic to make it seem like their small squadren was an army.  The humans would point and scream, raising their weapons and preparing magic of their own.  However, the demons were just too strong.  They would completely overwhelm the humans within seconds, rip apart their armor with their bare hands, toss them around like dolls and then consume their souls.  Waking up with a clear mind and renewed energy from their souls being cleansed of sadness, the humans would rise from the dirt, only to realize that something terrible must have happened for their men to be scattered on the ground unconcious.

Someone had to be at fault.

Naturally it was the demons.  When it came down to it, stories spread of the demons who ruthlessly attacked them.  As Aruna lept from one rooftop to the next, she couldn't help but reflect on how those raids became these lonely scanger hunts for food.  If they scared the humans no matter what, might as well have fun with it right?  Now she was alone.  Well, she had Valarie, but the vampire king had gone off to some club or something.  The moment she had that very thought, she heard something a block to the right.

"Let's go boys!"

Diving into the ground below, Aruna hid herself in the back alleys of the city, her demonic eyes peering into the night.  It was over almost as quickly as it began.  Dozens upon dozens of men decended on a lone woman, only for a single man to tear through all of them.  It was a sight to behold.  But the man made one mistake, he took her pray.

It was as fast as anything could be, more silent than any living creature could.  Her dark figure shot towards the man, intent on slamming his head into the ground from behind with enough force to blast a hole in the ground, sending them towards the sewers.  All the while, she uttered a silent chant, the only possible sound being the ever slight sound of her lips lightly making contact, the same amount of sound someone makes when they close their mouth.

Kotomine_Rin:
Yang Xiao Long

So there he was, just minding his business, being a good citizen, where just by coincidence he had a bad premonition. He couldn't really explain it, but this whole time he felt like he was being watched?

Nah, no way. Wasn't it kinda narcissistic to assume you had secret stalkers or something? His days as a dojo champion were over anyhow, no need to be so hung up. But something tasted odd in the air. Okay, so maybe it was his conscience? Maybe he was feeling weird because he was all guilty about taking that lady's wallet. Yeah, sure, that could make sense!

As if.

So there he was, again, just minding his business, where it  suddenly just so happened that he noticed something move. He didn't even feel the wind change, or hear anything. But just because he was glancing away for a second, he noticed a reflection behind him, dashing unbelievably fast!

Huh?

The rest all happened in but a second.


Time slowed to a crawl. Even the leaves didn't have time to fall. Before he knew it, a hand came to swipe at his head. He barely had the time to feel the fingers course through his mane, when his instincts kicked in. His body swirled and he sidestepped like a whirlwind. But despite turning like that, it barely looked like he moved at all! The only difference was that now, he was glaring behind her.

His eyes seemed to glow red against the moonlight, you couldn't even see his face as anything more than a shadow. A golden lion poised to strike, fist ready to kill, staring down at the girl. You could hear a heartbeat drum with unquenchable rage, booming faster and faster and faster. It was over. His hand plunged down to strike.

Faster than she could reverse such a position, he would surely strike to kill. And yet, at the last second-

The demon's flight stopped. A warm arm wrapped  around her waist, keeping her stopped there. Immediately, with his heart beating with surprise, his face suddenly flushed red, and he looked away. Peachy!

"Woah! Be careful there lady, you could've gotten hurt there!" He smiled warmly, kind of embarrassed to so much as glance at her. He didn't see a thing, totally. But due to his own embarassment, his hold loosened.

Had he been a split second slower, she would've gotten him for sure. Scary, this was scary...

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