Snippet #2729919

As the sun continued to rise, Jax moved across the streets from up high...no, across might be the wrong word. Since he was angry, he was moving faster then normal, and was also using this to train his Aethera levels, ever trying to increase it. Actually, he tried to train harder usually, but he was preserving strength. Using this, in a sort of instant blur of shadows, he would disappear and then re-appear moments later, in a different location.

"Where are those bastards...hurting innocent old man Jenkins like that...ah, Nightsky!"

Suddenly, a black bird came and rested on his shoulder. It simply nodded, and pointed in a direction.

"They are that way. Down there, behind that alley in a small courtyard hidden from the streets. They are collecting something they claim to be a 'protection fee'".

"I see..."

Nightsky took to the air again, and Jax moved from shadow to shadow, until he finally reached the place in question. It appeared someone had decided not to pay however, and a fist was coming right down at a young Ga'Ragh woman who was protecting a small Ga'Ragh child...probably her son.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

But that arm never made it to the woman, and was not firmly planted into the ground by a blade. Not only was the hand twisted into it, but the blade was turned in a violent and horrific matter that even if someone healed it immediately with Aethera, it would likely still have some problems. After that, Jax took out the dagger forcibly. Those with weaker Aethera looked at him angry, thinking he just got lucky. Those with stronger Aethera realized though...that the situation was dangerous.

One of them immediately pulled out a gun and fired, but Jax had already moved from the spot and was now behind him, taking his dagger and stabbing into the man's spine. He then kicked him down as he pulled it out, and then looked at the others.

Nightsky...

"Yes?"

I know we just took out like, three of them...

While he was thinking this, another body dropped from behind. Nightsky had tore it's throat out with its claws.

...but if they were successfully threatening all of these people, shouldn't they be a bit stronger?

"They are a large group. Its possible all these people have yet to organize. And this place is more isolated, police would not get here so easily".

Jax moved through the shadows again, and the enemies he was fighting found it...difficult...to focus on him when he did. As if his existence moved to outside their perceptions. Like they wanted to forget about him.

Feels weird. I wonder if they just have some big, evil terrifying boss, spreading violence just for the sake of it or something...would be surprised, those people have tons of greed, lust, and wraith, but they tend to come and go...still, he might be going around making trouble for others.

One of the stronger ones finally came after him, drawing a sword while two others fired at him with guns. This forced Jax to stop, for a moment, and sent Nightsky after the two with guns while he had to parry a sword using a dagger...and the sword got cut clean in two.

"After all, these were not really the enforcement gang members. No good fights for training among them. Well, they hurt Old Man Jenkins, and it looks like the rest ran off...or maybe to regroup? It wouldn't hurt to train in fighting against groups some more".

Jax thought about things like this as he ripped his dagger into the heart of the last attacker. Maybe good guys were not usually supposed to be this...brutal...with enemies like this, maybe they were supposed to take them out without this level of violence. But Jax did not consider himself to be a hero or good. Just someone who did what he thought he should...even if he did tend to help people as a result.