The air was 'bitter' to the mountain-raised Evelyn Amsel. With dull blue eyes and black hair pulled into a high pony-tail, the dangerous teen stood upon the closest building to the market. Pulling at his kimono collar, Evelyn glared at the city below him, his eyes trained on wandering gangs. Jumping down at the spotting of a possible crime onto the floor, surprising many, from a four storey building. He stood still before stretching his right arm out and halting a bag thief. The bag thief lay sprawled on the floor, a middle aged man, and attempted to spray complaints as the robed sat on his stomach as he waited for law enforcement to arrive.
Soon enough, he was standing with the petty criminal, passing the middle aged man towards the burly and thin police officers. "Good job Crow, we could really use someone like you on the team," One of the suggested. Shaking his head with a stoic look, "Please use my full nickname if you are to call me that. And no, you do not need someone like me in your team," Evelyn said dully, his sentence broken and emotionless. Not waiting for the police, Evelyn turned on his heel and began to walk into the market.
A happy and vibrant aura surrounded the place as little kids bustled into each other. Smiling softer than a feather, Evelyn continued to walk past the happy people, stopping at a very specific blacksmith. "My Katana is dull," He said bluntly to the blacksmith. Evely had sat upon a spinning stool and spun by moving his legs back and forth, placing his hands in between the gap in his legs- muttering out a sarcastic cheer. The blacksmith took his blade and sighed, "Evelyn, you can't complain about something being dull. The sword reflects a persons lifestyle. Last I checked you only helped anyone because you were bored," Evelyn shrugged in response as the black smith sharpened his precious katana. Closing his eyes and reopening them, Evelyn saw what no one else did, pockets of time shown as small balls of light.
Shaking off the vision, Evelyn accepted his blade and slot it into its scabbard. Then he himself slid off the stool and began walking away, raising a hand to wave. Dropping his hand, Evelyn carried on, only stopping once he had arrived to a more empty section, where a group of gathered gang members stood. Looking up slightly, he could immediately tell they were going to attack someone- not exactly someone in fact, Evelyn could see him a little from a few stalls over - yet Evelyn wasn't quite sure what the youth was doing. The gang began to move when Evelyn drew his katana. From behind, he struck the leg of one, quickly clapping into his ear. The rest turned, as well as a few of the witnesses. "To kill a swallow... Is a hard job." He muttered, Striking at each of the gang members thrice. Two shouted loudly, the others didn't even have that amount of time. Due to the quick blows, no blood was truly revaled. One may have to be patched up, and if the others move- their chest may start spewing blood.