[color=fff200][b][H2]The Tyrant Sword[/H2]
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[color=f6989d]"You must be stupid if you think we wo-"[/color]

The five thugs stopped in their tracks on seeing Rook draw his sword. Some of them instinctively took a step back. Seeing Rook make a nice cut alongst the wall they've began to drop what they were holding.The leader was the last to drop his weapon, trying to gauge the situation and what just happened. The one with the baseball bat would quickly pull out his wallet and throw it on the ground.

The others would toss a look to him. As if he were mad. But then they've looked back at their situation and began to do the same.

[color=f6989d]"S-sorry! We will trouble you no further!"[/color] The leader called out with much nervousness in his voice. What were the man before him. There was laughter... his sword made a unnatrual cut along the wall. He moved forwards as if they were nothing but flies before a preying mantis.


After having dropped what they've had they've began to run, with two from the back beginning to make a run for it and with the rest shortly after. [color=f6989d]"W-wait!"[/color] The leader yelled after them and quickly began to run.

Rook however knew that if he wanted to catch them. It would happen.





[color=fff200][b][H2]Jin[/H2][/b][/color]


It was as if Yuuki was spaced out. A sense of shock perhaps that the military man had so easily slipped past him and was now heading into the building. Time was of the essence. Jin still had speed on his side, and the madman he was chasing after had left blood in his wake.

He needed to act fast. There was a woman taking entry tickets just inside of the building and a larger looking man who likely was there for security reasons. The latter was rubbing his eyes as if he had been hallucinating before shaking his head quickly. Appearantly Kyoran had managed to sneak past them and was entering the main event area which held a stage.