Ito Kizumi
Blood, dirt and broken bones. Those were elements that he had grown used to by now, this didn't bother him at all. Well, he couldn't say the same for the five men who were lying and limping broken around him, battered beyond recognition.But the man clad in black didn't care, or at least, his eyes didn't seem to. But the sight of the poor woman beaten and bruised did little to quell the rage in his heart.
"Y-you bastard!" One of the larger thugs who had been left to bleed roared and came charging at the strange assassin. His machete in one hand, he swung at the interloper wildly, strikes filled with anger and power, but lacking any sort of refinement or speed.
Looking at that animal flailing around so stupidly after having done something so terrible right aside his doorstep, he could not forgive him.
Each desperate swing was dodged effortlessly, as if he was dancing around the man like a breeze that could not be struck. He stepped to the side one final time and slammed his palm into the man's throat with blinding speed, crushing his windpipe with the force of a hammer before grabbing it and raising him up.
There was a saying his father once told him. A man must choose between his duty and his honor. But scum like him who would prey on an innocent woman had neither. Animals like him should crawl on the ground among the worms and rot. For the honor of the lady who had been sullied, he would carry his duty and break the hands that would have hurt her with his bloodstained ones.
His cold breath almost looked like it was glowing under the moonlight, the raper's furious eyes reflected over his own. And yet, his voice was soft, calm, almost silent.
"Life works in strange ways, your choices have clearly led you here, as have mine. I will give you a new choice." He said coldly, his expression and the burning in his heart never wavering while his grip around the man's throat tightened.
"Leave here and turn yourself in, or face the path of your actions."
But for a moment, he had hoped that the pig in human shape would listen to reason. Instead, he spat at his face, a mixture of bile, blood and saliva. His eyes did not waver, but Ito couldn't feel any more revolted at the swine's insolence.
"Perhaps I was unclear, but I can see that my words won't change your mind." He sighed before striking him squarely in the gut, blowing all air in his lungs with a blow that was meant to kill.
Slammed against the alleyway, the thug could almost feel his back break against the concrete. "You have chosen your path, now carry it to the end." Ito said without a shred of emotion before rushing at the hateful man, readying a fist that would easily crush concrete, let alone his skull. This was no assassination, simply cold blooded murder led by a man's fury.
