Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20131115144103/@comment-11588669-20131119011557

"Fucking hell!" He muttered, stepping through an alley. Two men lay behind him, in awkward positions someone shouldn't be able to emulate. They really shouldn't have tried to mug him...

He rotated his shoulder, and growled. One had managed to graze him with a gunshot. The knife in his throat was his reward for that particular action. Nox gritted his teeth, and stepped onto the street. Murmers accompanied him down the streets, and people stepped aside, giving the mercenary a wide berth. And it was for a good reason.

No one messed with him. His reputation enforced that. He was known as a cold, ruthless killer, who spared only those who didn't bother him. Did he like it? No. Would he change it?

Hell would have a better chance at freezing over.

The half-faunus turned, and saw someone in red, with red hair, and what looked like freakin fairy wings.

"Gotcha." He murmered, then suddenly sped up. His eyes widened when he realized what she was going into.

"Goddamnit...CRYSTAL!" He roared, hoping the girl would hear him. He really didn't want her going into that particular shop...it was a gang den.

Tianee, and Idina, would kill him.