It had been a spectacular display, thus far. Loud and chaotic, the fire flickered and filled the air as a heavy stench of gasoline wafted with it. Across the way, in clear view of the front doors that had been unceremoniously crushed under the wheel of a motorcycle, Adam stood. Hands in the pockets of his thin coat, a smile rested pleasantly on his face as he watched and waited to see what his comrades in arms would start up with.

The city of Siracha had not quite met his expectations. Not that they had been high to begin with. Never having been to the Country of Japan, he truly hadn't known was he was in for. Flashing lights and busy streets, people milling about at all hours of the day, unbeknoowest to what was happening around them. [i]That[/i] was what he expected. Then again, it wasn't like they were in Tokyo.

[color=ffd700]"Perhaps I'll have to visit when this job is done,"[/color] pushing himself off of the lightpole that he leaned against, he stretched his neck, moving his head in a circular motion as he began to slowly move towards the warehouse that was being accosted. 

As he moved, one hand slipped from his pocket, a pocketwatch being pulled with it. The chain dropped, the sharpened triangle swinging aimlessly. [color=ffd700]"At least the inside of the warehouse should be warm now,"[/color] a soft mutter to himself, he stepped across the broken barrier, being sure to get no where close to the flames.

Swinging the chain up towards his hand, Adam grabbed the triangle in his palm, and squeezed. A soft hum left his mouth as blood began to coat his palm, the triangle being let go to drop with gravity towards the ground. The red liquid began to drip, the wound large enough to cause a small trickle. As it dripped, it began to clump towards, and in a matter of seconds, a dagger of blood rested in his hand. Casting his gaze swiftly around, he made an attempt to spy where everyone was hiding. Were there any blind spots for those up top?

The man closest to him didn't seem to be making any moves to stray away from the door. Blocking their only exit was a good idea, to say the least, and Adam was certain that a man his size surely could have done it alone. However, he didn't move from the door.

Instead, Adam closed on eye, smile still on his face as he shifted his arm, and made to aim. The dagger was flipped, blade in his hand, before it was thrown without anymore hesitation. Aiming straight for the head of one of the Yurei's.