Two men emerged from the warmth and comfort of the quaint establishment, stomachs full of food and burning of sweet liquor. Aiden hiccuped happily as he swayed towards the outside, flustered face unaffected by the harsh coldness that greeted them. Kevin was touched with a slight pink himself, though he had the dignity to stay a little bit more sober. The young man glanced around his shoulders as he held the door open, reaching up to fix his beanie one last time before departing back into the shadows that was him home.

"Thanks again for the food, old man. You know how to treat us bad kids," Kevin grinned, eyes alight with a charming tease. An older gentleman behind the counter, thick and built despite his apparent age and graying hair, scowled at them with an absurd intensity. However, one could notice a warm twinkle in his eyes, and after glaring at them harshly for a few seconds, cracked a smile and waved them off. "Go die in a ditch somewhere, you little pieces of shit." Pops and the Guilty Kings go way back, as he was an ex-member of Behemoth himself.

Kevin smiled, nodding in thanks again, before pushing Aiden roughly out the door. "Alright, baby boy. Time to get you home before you spew all over these nice folks," he shouted out loud, uncaring that he may have startled a few passerbys. 

That was when the screaming happened. All of a sudden, a commotion exploded along the streets, the screaming had triggered panic within the crowds. It took Kevin a full second to realize that the uproar wasn't his fault this time, and the man was jolted with alertness as a familiar, dreadful cracking filled the cruel, chilly air...

Gun shots. 

The man's head snapped left in right, icy eyes flaring with a dangerous glint as his true sense showed himself - a scarred beast willing to kill in order to survive. A dead man, grasping at his fleeting soul, wanting the chance to live yet again. Years of instincts snapped at his muscles, causing him to tense with such tautness that the soft blow of the cold wind was enough to make him spring with brutal energy. Even Aiden, who was hammered out of his mind, burned with an intensity as he crouched low to the ground, fierce eyes clear as ever as he surveyed the surrounding for the threat that may come to his King and their crown.

"There!" The crouching man shouted, drawing out a hidden gun holstered at his waist. "To our left, at 8'oclock!" 

Even as Aiden cocked his gun, Kevin did not react. Even as he could feel his subordinate tense up with the will to shoot, the young man did not bat an eye. Instead, as the deathly tautness of his muscles unraveled all at once in an explosive force, Kevin's body...disappeared.

Not even the wind could follow him as he directed his will at his target. In that split moment, Kevin [i]blinked[/i], ripping his whole form through space itself. And when he reappeared like the mirage of the Reaper himself, the young man did not waste that micro of a second to act, the intensity of his bloodlust evident in his soul as he grabbed for the predator's gun.

"WHAAAAAT THE HEEEELL," Kevin screamed, battlespirit soaring towards the black sky along with some of his spittle, "DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOUUUU......LITTLE......girl..?" The young man froze with surprise, fist over his head in mid-punch as he stared eye-to-eye with this young babe that he had clutched by the arm.