The night seemed lively in District13, seems everyone had their spirits up since the attacks on humans was becoming more rare, besides the man-on-man violence that seemed common for those that are short on money. The Aries plaza at night seemed more active as either they are selling their farming goods or some booths that are so laid back that items are easily stolen. Anyways; a strange man that was too obvious that he was never around in this side of town or even have residence in the district. He wears a long and somewhat enchanting black robe, with the trim at the ends of it with some strange designs on it that gave it like it was a physical shadow. The hood draped over his head as it nicely covers most of his face leaving only nose, mouth, and chin in view for all to see. With stylish steel toed boots that there were metalic demon skull heads.

Anyways, all eyes were on him as it was clear as rain that he was no ordinary man. Many disgusted him for the fact he acts high and mighty compared to any to his feet, which only frustrates them more. A small smirk was on his face as he takes an apple from a booth but made sure everyone saw him do so. A couple of police officers go up to him for him stealing an apple. A few words were exchange before a large cry of pure agony was made for all that could hear in its range. The crowd was somewhat confused and scared as many start running away. A horrific laughter was made as the man strolled the plaza filled with excitement. The crowd of people kept him from being exposed to what he was doing. All that was to be seen was a trail of blood and ripped off limbs of either law enforcement or civilians. "Is there no man who can entertain me this dreadful night?" The man said as he stands on top of a taxi car with his arms crossed over his chest.

A peddler approaches the murderer in the midst of the commotion. He does not seem to notice or care that the man had just torn limbs off the people around him. He does not seem to mind the puddle of blood staining the ground a deep dark red. He simply walks, leaning on his stick. His mouth agape, revealing rows of missing teeth. His eyes are a blank white haze. He is blind. He staggers towards the man, oblivious of his peril. Indeed, the people watching from the sidewalk, too frightened to call out a warning, watch morbidly as the macabre scene plays out in front of them. “He will be killed,” one whispers under his breathe. “Get away,” speaks another hiding behind a stall.

But the old man continues until he was close enough to touch killer with his hands. Perhaps, the hooded man will take pity on him and let him walk off. Or laugh in amusement as an old blind man was the only one brave enough to come close to him. But there was something peculiar about the way the old man turned towards the hooded murderer. Something about him that seems all too aware of what’s going on. It was as if he wasn’t an old man at all. His white eyes seem to burn with some sort of fury. His teeth crackling into a smile.

“How about me,” says the old man. But the voice that comes out is not old at all. It is young man speaking, hissing with venomous rage. The walking stick in the peddler's hand flashes a brilliant white light, transforming into a sword. He swings the blade with terrifying strength, aiming to cleave the head right off the iniquitous killer.

Seeing the old man confronted the merciless killer only made him laugh, but to see the cane lit up with light made the laugh turn to a smirk. Before the supposed blind man can make the motion to swing; the horrific killer jumps back and an incredible distance of 10 feet before his feet was grinding against the gravel street. Staring at the man with his cleave was a miss as he onky seemed to be slightly amused. "Sorry "old timer" but your out of my league. So why dont you go find a good coffin to sleep in?" He said as his essence see to grow blacker.

Seeming as if his glow was a shadow as he seemed to be hazy. The shadowy essence swirled around his arms to his hands as his right fored his scythe. After materialized his this stabs the back end of it to the ground with the bladed end near his head. "But I guess I'll humor you for a bit. So show me what you got." He said as his voice started to change only slightly to be a unholy tone to the man that dared challenged this monster.

The wind howls and the night snaps to life. The old man gives his enemy a wide grin. His face is contorted in a grotesque manner meant to unnerve the murderer. He does not mind the idle banter, but he is a professional and does not retort back. He does not need to. He is no comic book hero rescuing a damsel. He is a crime fighter. Courage is in his right hand. Justice is in his left.

The old man assesses the strengths of his foe in front of him. He knows he is physically strong, evident by his leaping ability. Close combat is not ideal. He is not yet discovered that the old man image is a disguise, an illusion, but that is fine. His true powers are hidden from his eyes. Brysen coalesces the light in his hands. The sword that he holds is not made out of any metal, but of pure light solidified into a physical form. It is a malleable thing and he bends it to his whims, extending it until it is 30 feet long. It is weightless despite its size. Brysen hides the length by distorting the light that hits its surface, making 25 feet of the sword invisible.

To the killer who stands there, flaunting his scythe, the sword has not grown or changed at all in the last couple seconds, but in reality it has already grown to monstrous size, large enough to slice open an entire neighborhood. Brysen swings the sword down on the killer’s head, retaining the façade of an old man. The crowd stares from the sidelines in disbelief and the battle commences.

He looks closely and was soon to be crystal on who this mystery passbyer's really is. With a grin on his face as it seems the man prefers to talk with his sword then words. He side steps to the right when the man brought down his sword, seeming obvious something was going to happen if the monsterous man was in its path. His black robe flutters against the wind when he made his move towards the confused audience of innocent people. Gabbing two of them with one at each hand as he jumps up and to stand on the taxi car.

Holding one woman and her lil boy infront of him as he speaks out to the supposed hero. "Lets see if I can put a lil fire in your belly." He said as he throws the mother at the protagonist as he jumps high in the air around 10ft up before it looked like he was hovering where he stopped. The little boy crying out loud for his mommy was loud enough as the woman closed in at the hero head first. A faint set of what appears to be wings were out from his shoulder blades as if any would pay close attention to, was the cause for him to be up in midair. With the child in hand and is most likely will use the minor as his shield.

The sword comes down with a thunderous roar. The blade sinks deep into the earth, hurling debris and dust into the air. The building that stood behind the killer is split in half. The shock of the impact lifts the crowd off their feet. People scream in panic, not knowing what has happened, and flee. The killer turns to grab a boy from his mother. He says his taunting words to Brysen, but already a cloud of dust wafts in from the torn building and the screams of mass hysteria drown out his words.

Brysen does not hear what the man says over the cries of frantic crowd, but he can see that he has a hostage, and quietly slips into the darkness behind a veil of falling debris. He leaves an afterimage, an illusion that looks exactly like him, in the dust cloud. The illusion pretends to cast a magical spell. Writing some glowing signs into the air. His real body vanishes from plain sight in a manner so deft that one could not tell that a switch had occurred, reappearing in the image of a hysterical little girl running from the chaos. The little girl keeps a safe distance from the killer, looking genuinely afraid, runs past him. But once behind the killer, a sword forms the girl’s small hands. She smiles and turns to pierce the killer through the back.

He can tell this stranger was fast as well, but how fast can he see? He tested it as he can hear the wind change as his place was changed with the boy in his place. (A after image with the boy in his image:3) when the penetration was made the boy starts spiting out blood as it gives a weak cry for help in confusion. "Killing a child? What a villian.." A whisper could be heard behind the girly disgued man. When the man would look back, he felt only a breaze as he is up high in the sky as the gust lf wind picks up. The killer was seen in the sky thirty feet up with his scythe held up high. His voice boomed with an echoing tone that even the whole district can hear his voice. "Why dont you show your true self before I kill everyone in a thirty mile radius."

He said as his wings expanded as two large heads that appear to be ones of hydras. Loud roars could be heard as they close in on the girl disguse hero, flanking both his side. The man was still up in the sky as he quietly recites an incantation as the hydra heads come down to the sides at rapid speeds

Brysen pierces the boy through the lung. Blood bleeds out of his mouth. Missed the killer, but how? Not sure how the man detected the blade without seeing it. 360 degree vision? Maybe. Felt no resistance, so no extrasensory barrier. The killer has increased the distance between the two again. First was ten feet. Now thirty feet. The distance of his original sword swing. Perhaps, the killer is afraid of close range? Still oblivious to true nature of his power. Will use that against him. He felt a tiny pang of guilt for killing the child, but he has seen worst. Hostages don’t work on a man who sees death every day. His thoughts are on slaying the evil before him. Everything else is irrelevant.

Brysen extends the length of the sword in his hand, much like before he hides the true length by warping the light around the sword, making the blade invisible. It grows to a gargantuan size, that of a bus in girth and length. He, under the disguise of a little girl, attacks furiously with the weightless blade in a flurry of strikes. The hydra heads approaching him are decapitated in an instant by an invisible sword. He strikes again. Again and again. This time he does not let the man fly around unhindered. He swings furiously cutting of his escape. His limbs. His arms. All ripe and exquisite. targets.

He smirked as he finished the incantation. A large demonic circle formed over his head and against the clouds in the sky. He was now able to tell who this an really was when the hydra heads were cut and the true length was hidden, but to him it was as hidden as predator from the movies. When the flurry of strikes were made the monster man decides to put his plan into action. He danced in the air in a rhythmic pattern of dogging, using his wings to control his spins and turns from where he hovered.

At the time loud roars could be heard from the hero as the killer didn't dodge the attacks fully. The "neck" of the hydra heads were cut multiple times as he tries to "avoid" the challenger's attacks. As it continued multiple cries of angered beasts from behind the protagonist. It looked as if he saw through the trick of his sword and was adapting accordingly to those actions. Sixteen hydra heads were formed as the man kindly defended towards his target while another roar could be heard from the circle. "I guess an esper like yourself doesn't know the legend of the hydra..." He said as he basically called out the man, issuing for him to do better as he has his scythe out and is ready for his next comback.

A demon. That’s what Brysen’s instinct told him when he glanced upon the cryptic inscription over his wicked adversary. A pentagram of enormous size hovered over the man’s head. Most likely this was a wide area mana-based spell. Causalities were unavoidable, but most of the people has fled the scene. Police sirens screamed in the distance, the calls of help reverberating throughout the city.

Brysen calculated his options. His choices spanned a myriad of complex interconnected links in his head. Actions planned out over the course of five to six moves. The snake heads had regrown and doubled in their efforts to bite him, but in their numerous numbers they still lacked the speed to deal with his lightless sword.

Still, despite that, the man had an extrasensory ability Brysen could not see that allowed him to see the length of his invisible blade and dodge his blows with impunity. His words also mentioned something about him being an esper, and though Brysen did not know what an esper was, most likely killer had figured something about his power and was gloating about it.

These thoughts muddled in his head for a moment as he sliced the raging snake heads that visciously assaulted him. From all the killer’s actions, gaining distance, taking hostages, and casting ranged spells; it looked as if the killer’s forte was not close range at all, but a multitude of mana-based abilities.

If that was the case the best choice was to force him into close combat and disable his spell casting using temporal interference. Brysen leaped into the air, his sword branched off into numerous spikes, impaling each hydra head and holding them in place; the spikes then snaked their way like vines to the killer as Brysen landed on his sword and ran up its large girth, slowly closing the distance between him and demonic fiend.

Everything was running smoothly for him as he basically got him under his trap. He disconnected himself from the hydra heads and now it was just him and the new pet that was on its way. Seeing how the man was running up his invisible blade. He too stands on it as he readies himself for the close combat. His stance looks like those of armatures who are going to mug someone, no form what so ever. But does he have something instate for his victim? His face shows so with a giant smirk on it as his back starts forming four appendages.

A man like himself was already got him by playing out his plan. Sticking it with range but now switching over to close quarters. The seal above hi starts glowing bright bloodshot red as when this mystery hero coming up to him, step by step. Not knowing he already has an ace up the hooded man's sleeve.

Brysen runs up the sword to meet his adversary on the other end. The killer is waiting for him. His mouth is ajarred. Open in a devious grin. He must be planning something, but even so Brysen must press on and defeat him while he has the opportunity. The killer has made a mistake. Brysen’s hand glows a deep white light. A round ball forms in his hand. He tosses it into the air and the surface of it cracks, splitting apart into a crystalline prism. It shines an extremely bright, rapid, well-focused series of different colored random pulses which would disorient a regular person.

He uses the orb as a distraction, drawing a piece of his sword up into his right hand from the tip of his toes. Brysen then manipulated the sword at the killer’s feet to create a cufflink around his ankles to prevent him from escaping and slashed at him from a distance as he attempts to get closer. Brysen makes sure the killer does not realize he was trapped by ensuring the invisible cufflinks do not touch the killer’s body. The man would not realize he was trapped until he tried to move.

Eight knives then appear in Brysen’s left hand and he toss them to skewer the extra appendages and open gapes between the man’s armor soon after his first slash. He does not let up his assault, hacking and throwing, drawing closer and closer; Brysen’s mind concentrates on the killer’s previous movements, making noting of his speed and personality and using that to predict his next location. Once Brysen gets close enough he will be able to dispel all the monster’s spells and then in a contest of strength he will beat him into the ground.

Alex notice something in the hero's hand and slightly confused it as an explosive, his appendages covering his head only to figure out ot was a type of flash bomb. Two appendages are over his head to sheild his eyes from the light show as he can see the swordsman doing something odd. Seeing him slah again and alex responds by angling his body to dodge the slash, with no intentions of moving where he stands. It was clear he wanted the man to come up close to him as the circle above him started flashing as well with a slight pulsation.

Seeing the daggers as the other four appendages were used to block and deflect the oncoming assualt. Still nit moving from where he was at as he still had the devilish grin on his face. He moved back slightly to further prep himself when he notice a slight drag on his ankles. Figuring there is some sort of restrainst on the but he didnt care, his plans didnt consist of him trying to run away.

As soon as the hero would get close enough his smile turn into laughter as he makes a bowing position as the circle glows bright. Yelling out a command as his assertive tone. "Fire!" He said as three giant balls for fire were shot out of the circle and quickly closing the distanse. They were as big as his torso and they were shaped as a pyrimid shape going at him. Figuring that it would be difficult to dodge a blast of this magnitude. Soon afterwards the beasts that did the trouble of three heads that came out of the circle, turning out to be cerburus. The rest of his body came out and coming down to the target as alex jumps up and hooks cerburus' neck with his appendages tonstart riding him as the make their decent down.

Brysen saw the man prepare a spell and countered before he could finish his incantation. He waved his hand, motioning the cufflink at the man’s ankles to drag him into the sword below his feet. Like quicksand, the gigantic sword beneath his feet wrapped around his body, jolting his body forward causing his triple fireball to miss and strike a building in the distance. He did not think the man had time to counter as the smaller sword in Brysen’s hand which he had avoided easily now came passing again, towards his neck. The killer’s appendages were trapped in the larger sword. His movements sealed completely.