The slums of good ol' Hana Island Capital has some nasty activities. People getting mugged and no one will bat an eye at them. Law enforcement will show up, but they're so corrupted that they'll accept bribe money to let the criminal go. In this city, no one was innocent. For everyone has blood stained their hands one way or another.
Kohana, a silver haired kid, has spent her time with the Iron Wolves. A local gang that keeps to themselves so long as no one messes with their territory. Unfortunately this means that Kohana can't keep her skills from being rusty. At least, that's what she felt like. Sylpher has been keeping Kohana away from taking further missions on their behalf, and whenever Kohana demanded answers for that Sylpher always comes up with some excuse as to why.
Now Kohana finds herself at one of the backyards of a vacant apartment of said slums. The building was in bad shape that Kohana was surprised that it is still standing somehow. On one hand she holds her baton, while on the other spinning from her finger is a ten foot steel wire with a shuriken attached to it. The way the steel sings in the air, it was surprisingly soothing to her. With a swipe of her left hand, the shuriken curved with the motion and knocked over an empty beer bottle from a wooden table of splinters and holes.
There was a long line of bottles set up on the table as she was surrounded by a makeshift fence of chicken wire. It was supposed to blow off a 5 foot square, but Kohana easily jumped over it so it proved to be of no obstacle to her. With a twist of her finger, the shuriken makes a sharp 180 degree to wrap the wire around the bottle. A pull of her hand, the bottle flies off from the table. Before it could hit the ground, Kohana seemingly flew over to the falling bottle in very little time at all before she swings her baton at the bottle. The glass bottle cracked upon impact before it was sent flying until it shattered against the brick wall. During this motion, the wire grew lax and so Kohana deftly manipulated by her fingers to lift itself from the falling bottle and swipe the shuriken at another bottle. Causing to knock over as Kohana knocked away the first bottle. Seeing the second bottle falling from the table, Kohana quickly swings her trusty baton upward to knock the bottle away for a good ten meters past the fence.
Truthfully she expected to hear either a clatter or glass shattering noise. Instead it sounded hollow as the bottle flew into a row of bushes. Following up with a masculine yelp of pain that was trying to be quiet. Yet Kohana could still hear it as her senses were sharp and the surrounding area wasn't really loud. Just some crickets occasionally making their buzzing sounds. Pointing at that direction with her baton and keeping the shuriken spinning around her finger behind her. She speaks in a firm tone that was devoid of emotion.
"Show yourself stalker. Before you get a shuriken between your eyes." A threat to get the person in hiding to come out. It was relatively dark so there were shadows everywhere. Her spot included. Stepping out of the bushes with one open hand raised while the other seems to be rubbing a spot on their head. Probably where the bottle smacked the guy. However what lighting there is, the guy seems to be a young adult with shaggy blonde hair. Even has a stubble for a beard. Kohana immediately recognized him as Ted who tested Kohana's initiation into the Iron Wolves. He's also bigger and broad than she is, yet she still put him into a hospital.
"Don't throw that please. I'll take a beer being thrown at me than something sharp." Which is funny since he is no slouch when it comes to weaponry. Weaponry and traps to be exact as Ted used several traps against Kohana. Nicked her a couple of times because of her reflexes barely evading them. Kohana lowers her baton albeit that shuriken is still spinning behind her.
Kohana, a silver haired kid, has spent her time with the Iron Wolves. A local gang that keeps to themselves so long as no one messes with their territory. Unfortunately this means that Kohana can't keep her skills from being rusty. At least, that's what she felt like. Sylpher has been keeping Kohana away from taking further missions on their behalf, and whenever Kohana demanded answers for that Sylpher always comes up with some excuse as to why.
Now Kohana finds herself at one of the backyards of a vacant apartment of said slums. The building was in bad shape that Kohana was surprised that it is still standing somehow. On one hand she holds her baton, while on the other spinning from her finger is a ten foot steel wire with a shuriken attached to it. The way the steel sings in the air, it was surprisingly soothing to her. With a swipe of her left hand, the shuriken curved with the motion and knocked over an empty beer bottle from a wooden table of splinters and holes.
There was a long line of bottles set up on the table as she was surrounded by a makeshift fence of chicken wire. It was supposed to blow off a 5 foot square, but Kohana easily jumped over it so it proved to be of no obstacle to her. With a twist of her finger, the shuriken makes a sharp 180 degree to wrap the wire around the bottle. A pull of her hand, the bottle flies off from the table. Before it could hit the ground, Kohana seemingly flew over to the falling bottle in very little time at all before she swings her baton at the bottle. The glass bottle cracked upon impact before it was sent flying until it shattered against the brick wall. During this motion, the wire grew lax and so Kohana deftly manipulated by her fingers to lift itself from the falling bottle and swipe the shuriken at another bottle. Causing to knock over as Kohana knocked away the first bottle. Seeing the second bottle falling from the table, Kohana quickly swings her trusty baton upward to knock the bottle away for a good ten meters past the fence.
Truthfully she expected to hear either a clatter or glass shattering noise. Instead it sounded hollow as the bottle flew into a row of bushes. Following up with a masculine yelp of pain that was trying to be quiet. Yet Kohana could still hear it as her senses were sharp and the surrounding area wasn't really loud. Just some crickets occasionally making their buzzing sounds. Pointing at that direction with her baton and keeping the shuriken spinning around her finger behind her. She speaks in a firm tone that was devoid of emotion.
"Show yourself stalker. Before you get a shuriken between your eyes." A threat to get the person in hiding to come out. It was relatively dark so there were shadows everywhere. Her spot included. Stepping out of the bushes with one open hand raised while the other seems to be rubbing a spot on their head. Probably where the bottle smacked the guy. However what lighting there is, the guy seems to be a young adult with shaggy blonde hair. Even has a stubble for a beard. Kohana immediately recognized him as Ted who tested Kohana's initiation into the Iron Wolves. He's also bigger and broad than she is, yet she still put him into a hospital.
"Don't throw that please. I'll take a beer being thrown at me than something sharp." Which is funny since he is no slouch when it comes to weaponry. Weaponry and traps to be exact as Ted used several traps against Kohana. Nicked her a couple of times because of her reflexes barely evading them. Kohana lowers her baton albeit that shuriken is still spinning behind her.