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[right][color=fff200]La Vida: Streets[/color][/right]
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The week had been busy. The body count was rising significantly, especially through Knight's own work. He was skilled in the art of stealth and assassination, but his abilities helped when things got out of hand. This night was one of those nights. The bullets collided into his skin, collapsing upon reaching their intended mark instead of piercing Knight's skin. The officer watched in horror and amazement at the sight. Knight turned around, smiling beneath his gas mask as he stood amongst the corpses and viscera of at least a dozen gang members, both Hell Fire and Black Spider alike. Some of the gang members never got the chance to draw their weapons.

Things changed significantly for Knight in that moment. A simple impulse... an instinctive reaction changed it all. He swung the chain of his Kusarigama, the sharp balance on the end of the chain opposite the sickle slicing through the police officer's neck in an instant. The vigilante felt nothing as the officer gasped for breath, only able to suck down his own blood until the embrace of death enveloped him.

Needless to say, Knight was forced into a worse situation as the other officers who stood idly by drew their weapons and opened fire. They too met swift ends, Knight swinging the chain and wrapping it around the neck of one of the new hostiles and snapping it in an instant. The other two met a more personal end, as Knight reached the first officer and used the chain to direct the firearm at his comrade in blue, accidentally pulling the trigger with a small application of force. The sickle's blade then embedded itself into its target's neck. The masked vigilante clad in black was practically soaked in blood, both criminal and law enforcement. But his work wasn't over. He had more streets to prowl.

He was across the street, observing Wildheart approach the gunfight about to ensue. And he smiled slightly as another vigilante, one he didn't recognize, slid into the fray. It was clear that the individuals wished to back away. But Knight wasn't going to let that happen. The pain and the anger he felt... it needed to be released. And who better to take it than criminal scum?

Knight's brief entrance was marked by a single, well-placed throw of a kunai. It planted itself right into the heart of one of the Hell Fire gang members, knocking him down into the ground with force. The second kunai landed in the temple of one of the Black Spiders. Whether or not a fight commenced was up to them now. But there was little chance the Knight of La Vida was going to let them go.