Snippet #1581190

It was fairly cold, freezing to be more exact. Jecht shuffled his heavy boots through the thick snow layer beneath him, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his coat to prevent them from freezing shut. This was one of the many rare occasions the mutant could get himself moving freely through the streets without having to worry about people staring as if they see a ghost walking past them. As a chill ran alongside his neck, Jecht raised the collar of his coat, shivering a little as he did so.

His yellow eyes scanned across the streets, noting every figure that appeared in the mutant's sight. Which wasn't too hard as like most mornings, most people are still asleep, especially with weather like this running through town. Along his way he noted a few people in particular that caught his attention, forcing Jecht to stop for a brief second as he examined them before continuing his way. There wasn't much planned like every other day, Jecht would just roam the streets, park and anything else he felt the need to appear.

A few blocks from the park Jecht felt a cold pair of eyes watching his back. But, as he turned his head to catch the stalker, the feeling disappeared, and the mutant made the decision that he was just imagining it, but he had this feeling ever since he first stepped into this city. After all, his life wasn't an easy one, it never was, and if things were going to stay like this it wouldn't start changing any time soon.

Jecht let out a sigh of relieve when his foot touched the park ground, it kind of felt like a second home. Aside from the abandoned apartment he took residence in anyway. The park was more a place for him to secretly practise his abilities without the fear of someone staring at him. He had found himself the perfect area, a small open field that was surrounded by thick trees that hid it from any curious eyes, and Jecht would notice it when someone would crawl through the bushes.

He removed his hands from the pockets on his coat, a small metallic object in his left hand. Jecht closed his eyes, moving his left hand to point towards a small river running through the park. The mutant's left hand glowed black kind of like a flame enveloping around it. On the top of Jecht's hand appeared a circle, a symbol, kind of like the ones used in dark rituals. In a brief second the metallic object grew into a sword-like shape, along with the sound of metal clashing as it took the form. "Great, I am finally getting the hang of controlling the form I want to make it." He swung the sword downwards, the wind making a cutting sound as he did so...