[u][i][color=f6989d]The Nameless One[/color][/i][/u]

Invisible to the naked eye, the Nameless One sat upon the corner of a nearby building as she watched the conflict rise and rapidly come to a fall in the world below. Concise eyes of obsidian watched a peculiarly strong magi take on a scattering of a few others. From a first glance as she watched the magic course through each of their veins, it was easy to identify them.

The man with a rage-induced sensitivity was a Demonic, something she knew all to well. The Two girls held a chilling, bitterly cold sense about them, denoting them as Frost Magi. Two together in the midst of a scenario such as this? Perhaps they were related, perhaps not, Ice Magic wasn't something of the rarer or more unique sorts. Perhaps she might find out soon enough, perhaps not.

Why one had stripped of all her clothes was also a complete mystery, and rather nonsensical to boot; especially in the chilling weather.   

Yet the peculiarly strong one departed, which was even more peculiar. By a fair extent he outclassed each person there, he had nothing to fear. Why did he leave? The Nameless One doubted that the Police honestly had mustered enough force to even make him suffer a droplet of sweat, yet he had left. Obsidian eyes hidden behind a mask of ivory glanced back to the group of Magi.

Had he sensed something she could not? It as a scant chance of possibility, no one else in the world possessed a sight like hers. Neither one seemed absolutely remarkable at first glance, but why he had fled had earned them her mild inquisitive curiosity. 

With the flick of an invisible wrist, one of her throwing knives glistened as it rocketed skyward in a tall arc before its trajectory turned. Plummeting towards the earth, it landed with remarkable precision between the feet of the little company of Magi and the Police. What was more important, and much more frightening was the object that was tied to it via a string.

It looked as if it were made out of clay, a small, gray sphere of solid looking texture. As the Police reviled away from it as a group, it burst outward in a thick, obscuring cloud of grey smoke. Between them and the group of Magi stood an opaque cloud of grey that darkened to black as The Nameless One landed behind the group of magi. Intentionally causing noise upon impact for once as to announce her presence.

Now visible, the odd looking, shorter figure that stood before them was rather haunting in the least. Draped in all black with layered armor about one arm and one the other arm completely layered in blackened steel with a wicked blade extending from the elbow, she was at least a threatening sight to behold. 

What was most eerie was the shade of ivory that was her mask that lay beneath the edge her hood. Yet her gender for now would remain a mystery, as she forced herself to speak in a deeper voice.

[color=f6989d]"Follow me. Quickly and quietly."[/color]

Turning swiftly about, she nimbly bolted away the moment her toes dug into the ground. Moving at a speed which she believed they could easily keep pace with for several winding blocks, The Nameless One suddenly changed direction to impressively sprint up the vertical height of a three story building, her fingertips then grasped the edge and she vaulted to land atop the roof with perfect silence. 

There, as she stepped back and away, the Masked One waited for the others to catch up.