Kor followed the current of the crowd as they shambled down the sidewalks lined with bright-lit casinos and shady gentlemen's clubs, taking in the scenery. First impressions were important, and he wanted to listen to what his instincts said about the Nillies. He
ambled for a small moment and just listened, watched, and even absorbed the mixture of aromas that were carried on the air. A little ways down the street was a small stir of panic as people fled from a man who was shot. What looked to be a teen dashed across the street into an alley, but judging by the way the body had jerked, the shooter had been above the target. There was a figure on the rooftop across the street as well, barely visible against the black, starless sky, possibly the shooter, though it was too soon to make conclusions. As the crowd started to calm again, in a testament to just how much crime there was in the city, Kor lengthened his strides to make the most of his long legs, lighting another sweet-scented cigarette as he hurried to follow the lone teen.
Kor ducked into the alleyway, the kid already a ways above him, scaling a fire escape with a quiet agility, that drew a silent curse from the lawman. if he tied to follow too soon, there would be no way that the kid wouldn't notice the shaking of the metal rails, and there was no way that Kor would be able to prevent the fire escape from shaking under his weight. Once the kid had gotten off the fire escape, Kor started to follow, thinking a string of profanity loud enough that a mind reader a mile away would probably hear it clear as a ticked-off bell. The metal groaned under the stelanian's considerable weight, threatening to give out at any point, but it held, and Kor was able to heave himself onto something a little better fitted to bear his weight.
One hand on the edge of the building, Kor hopped to his feet and drew his sword in a quick, fluid motion, his deep, voice barking out his authority,"Both of you! Hands where I can see them!" He would have added 'you're under arrest' and a whole slew about what rights they had, if he would have been authorized to do so, if not for the fact that this wasn't his jurisdiction. Instead he could only make it seem as if he was going to arrest them, while detaining them long enough to get some questions answered.
Kor looked more like a private detective than a cop, however, with his black dragonhide duster, with its heavy mantling and waterproof lining, and the slate military-style pants and boots he wore beneath. His blade, forged of some sort of sky-blue metal in a straight, double-edge, two-handed style was plain, and held in one hand as if it was light enough to be used with a shield in the off hand. The man himself seemed to have a slight dull metallic gleam to him, and even his irises seemed to be filled with molten gold. Any scans would have shown him to be incredibly dense, with a high content of non-ferrous metals, though otherwise he would seem almost human.
"Put any weapons you have on the ground. Slowly."