Shouta heard the quick clatter of feet on the ground, and the click of the hammer being drawn back on a large caliber pistol... maybe .50, but that said there's only so much you can learn from simply the clicking of the hammer of a gun, and Shouta was not a gun person. He also wasn't a person prone to knowing how and where to hide, but he usually prided himself on being able to figure out where potential victims are and doing a little bit of lurking in the shadows himself. So the fact that he didn't notice the man behind him was surprising to him. Shouta did not fear death from whoever was behind him, he felt certain of his own abilities, but it's very likely that they both would walk away injured. And going around too fatigued or damaged to fight with Arcane around is asking for trouble. That said, if he cared about his own well being, he would have stayed inside and not spent his life breaking the law by something so simple as a few score homicides. And then he heard the voice. It was cold, almost ice-like, with nothing more than calm indifference. So he stopped and chuckled.

"I'm out on the street where the Arcane are out to play, and I happen to be surprisingly not-dead at the moment, so that narrows the field of [I]what I am[/I] down to two, maybe three categories. But, I think, in the grand scheme of things, I'm just a killer with a big pile of bodies behind me. And something's telling me you're one as well... maybe it's your voice. But that's [I]what[/I] I am, and who I am doesn't matter. Because no matter what I say and what I do, you're going to try to kill me."

Shouta shifted the weight on his cleaver.

"Emphasis on try..."