The man in the suit continued to walk down the street, a cherry-smelling cigarette hanging from between his lips, while his hands rested in the pockets of his slacks. "What a drag..." He growled underneath his breath. Eyes that seemed bored, yet were actually sharp, nimbly leaped from one person to the other. He knew that the mugger had orders from someone else; someone farther up on the whole 'gang food chain'. Judging by the man's crimson bandana, he was a part of the Blaze Krew - a bunch of thugs with half-assed fire alchemy that took too long to transmute to get a spark, like most alchemy-users these days. However, his previous action a while ago couldn't have gone unnoticed, so he basically had two manhunts going on at the same time.

As a woman in a crimson-bandana began to tail him, Blaise sighed underneath his breath, taking a puff of his cigarette before spitting it out and turning on his heel. "YAAAH!" The woman screamed, rushing forward with a knife in one hand, while her left rapidly formed a circle through the air, with some sort of ink. She was abruptly cut off by the foot lazily brought up into her face, sending her flipping in the same spot, through the air. Mid-air, Blaise's hand clenched around her face. Civilians could only watched as she screamed, as a razing inferno of blue fire consumed her body and the air around it, sending yet another pillar of billowing blue flames into the air.

The body turned to nothingness in his hand, and still with his other hand in his pocket, Blaise turned and began walking once more, the crowd parting for him. That was one thing he needed to work on...his whole 'hand-clenching' move, while his signature, was too...showy. The pure blue fire he sent out usually created a twisting pillar of beautiful blue flames into the air, but with enough time, he could fix it...