[@Dead Cruiser]
[u]Chasing Shadows[/u]
Obscured by the shadows of nearby alley and his own chameleon skin, he had watched the fight unfold. It began like any other, a few Blackclads in synthmetal jackets blocking the path of some lost soul who wandered too far from the main deck. However, seeing a man put four Blackclad thugs on the ground in record time, Skreed knew better than to make enemies. Having dangerous friends was much more promising. 

“Well, well, well~ Can’t say I’ve seen four Blackclads bite the iron so easily. And done in by a Clueless no less. Shocker really~” A tall, stocky lizardman with thick tusks detached from the blackness of the alley in one liquid stride. His stony expression made him seem unflappable. “You really should have expected it, wandering into this ward. Most get peeled like some dumb gully, or worse. [i]Lucky you.[/i]” He said with obvious sarcasm. “If you’re not going to pilfer their pockets, I’d get scarce if I were you. There’s dozens more where they came from. The Blackclads run everything in this ward. What's a clueless body like you doing in this dump anyway?”