[center][h1][color=Red]The Mysterious Master / Servant Pair[/color][/h1][/center]

The pale woman sighed heavily to herself as she finished off the last of her roll. Having slumped so casually onto a bench back on the main street, she rested her legs. She wasn't tired mentally that was for certain, but her joints did certainly ache a little from her night-time adventure of climbing on things and running along rooftops and hiding from cameras and eyes because of the fact she was basically trespassing every five seconds but what was such a stupid thing as property rights to a girl like her? Nothing that's what, the law couldn't contain her not as she was.

Her eyes looked out towards the street staring at the passerby's as they moved by. Men, Women, Children. All of them were either ignorant or blind to the secret nature of the world, of its mysteries of its splendour they were so naive it pained her. [i]"It pains me too."[/i] The voice in her head chimed in. [color=red]"Well then, that means you understand me a little bit doesn't it."[/color] The pale woman mumbled to herself talking to the voice the expression on her face a mix of boredom and what seemed to be slight smile. 

[i]"When we get back I'll make you dinner and it'll b-"[/i] The voice began as it started to speak. What it was saying though was lost to the pale woman, whom had begun clutching her chest. A hot pain was running through the very core of her being, a hot pain that she had never felt before but she instinctively knew what it meant. It was a good type of pain, the pain that would inform her of a boatload of joy just waiting to arrive and it was getting hotter. [i]"Class Card?"[/i] The voice asked having stopped whatever they had started having the same strain as if they too was feeling the same sharp burning sensation, a con of their particular existence. [color=Red]"It must to be [i]them[/i]"[/color] The pale woman said with a hostile tone as she scanned the street standing up as she left her groceries on the bench. 

The pain was ascending rapidly in her chest which meant whomever it was, was moving at speeds comparable to a runner. Likely a vehicle as nobody was running and the only vehicle was... [color=red]"You have got to be kidding me."[/color] She laughed as the police bike came into view. Of course a member of the law had to be in possession of a class card. [i]"What a cliche."[/i] The voice in her head mumbled as if this revelation was disappointing. 

The voice didn't have time to make any more comments though because in a period of a few seconds the pale woman gripped at the air as she curled her fingers around the hilt of a blade as it began to manifest in her fingers. Thin, Sharp and covered in crimson runes that appeared almost demonic in nature, an idea of a weapon made to cut given form. To any that could detect mana it was as if she had come from nowhere.  

Giving her target no time to react. She leaped forward to collide with the side of the motorbike with all the force her body could muster, slashing the blade across the front wheel causing it to buckle. The policeman having only just turned his head to look at where the sudden influx of mana had appeared from as she crashed into his side. Attacking a law enforcer? Oh she was going to be in so much trouble now. Good. Let them come.

The weight of her impact and the now unstable bike cause both her and the policeman to be thrown onto the curb as her momentum caused her to roll off of him, all of that having happened in only seconds. He had been a decent impact cushion for her, so she wasn't delayed in the slightest when she drew herself to her feet to the crowd of onlookers some of which were attempting to pull out their recording devices of preference. [color=red]"[i]Gens stupides[/i][/color]." She roared at them threateningly raising her sword, the action of which caused the crowd to disperse and to run. 

Pandemonium, people fleeing the street with their children, teenagers yelling about terrorist attacks. Oh how the world had grown so weak. Her lips curled into a smile as she stepped forward towards the police officer, whom was still on the ground, attempting to get on his feet, obviously he was winded. [color=red]"I know you know why I am here"[/color] The pale woman said with a smile looking down at her little victim. [i]"Be cautious"[/i] the voice in her mentioned as the pale woman cracked a smile at the police officer. [color=red]"Stand up and fight me, or die a cowards death."[/color] She ordered, the ultimatum was clear and it was backed by the fact she was now pointing her ebony coloured blade directly at him, her eyes glistening with a hunger for bloodshed.