Snippet #1408810

Taking a seat on the air conditioning unit fixed to the roof, he reaches into one of his extra pockets and takes out a roll of bandages. He has no time to clean his wound, so he simply wipes the blood away on a rag he took from one of the dead men and wraps the bandages as tight as he can around his upper arm. Thankfully it wasn't his main arm, so he could still effectively use his katana. Below he had seen movement, someone stopping, but he hadn't bothered to take a good look, he had to get his wound looked after and his mask back on before he made his next move.

With his wound bandaged he pulls the mask back on and closes his eyes for a moment, once again taking on the persona of the Silver Dragon, the guardian ghost of Belhaven, the consumer of wicked souls...or so he preached to the people he killed or threatened. There were ghost stories about him, or so he had heard, among Eldritch's men, though he had never actually heard any of them. Mainly because he only cared about taking the men out as quickly as possible.

"I think it's time to blow this scene," he says, walking over to the edge of the roof, taking a moment to judge the distance before turning back, taking about fifteen paces, then turning once again to face the next building, "Okay...three, two, one...let's jam..."

And with that the man in black takes a running start before leaping from one roof to the next, not realizing he had jumped right over the head of the person he had seen watching him from below. Continuing in his momentum after landing on the next roof he rolls, gets up, and does the same thing three more times before finally coming to the edge of town and dropping down to the ground. After slipping back into the shadows he makes his way quick and quietly down the streets, stopping only when he sees a man sitting on the sidewalk across the way, looking similar to himself, but with a more sci-fi flare about his outfit.

"Hey, spaceman..." Vincent says, using his Silver Dragon voice, as he steps out of the shadows just enough so that only his mask can be seen, "You look more than a little out of place there on the corner, maybe you should go home before someone finds you and wants to send you back to the moon..."

Although it didn't sound like it, he was careful with his words, making sure this man was the only one to hear him, and that he did not out right threaten him or offer for help. For all he knew he was a special hired hand for Eldritch.