[b] Vates (Night before) - Tuborg Heights, in one the upper-class sectors of Sovereign[/b]
It was a dim evening with light fog lingering around the compact streets of Sovereign, making even this upper-class and relatively spacious area of the city seem more hazardous. This no doubt attributed to the lack of people around, as after all Vates’ rich neighbours were – like anyone with vast amounts of things to loose – scared to take such a trivial risk of walking the streets. This was not the case for Vates who unlike most of the local snobs was not born into wealth, and understood that more often than not that there was nothing to be afraid of. 

Vates was jogged out of his deep trail of thoughts by the unpleasant sensation of stepping in a fog concealed puddle. He grimaced as he gazed upon his black leather ‘Evennio’ shoes, and contemplated whether to clean them when he got home or simply buy a new pair. Both he quickly decided as he continued walking on, suddenly noticing the presence of two men close behind him. They were likely passing through this area or delivering something; they were not residents Vates judged by their clothing, and by the same measure unlikely to be visitors either. Then again, he had no idea who these men were and for all he knew could be fellow residents who simply like the simpler things. 

Vates was now in sight of the building that housed his apartment and he could make out the silhouette of the security guards in the window, the dim yellow light from inside only just piercing the thin veil of fog. He sighed however, knowing that they were too far away to deter the two men that had increased their paces and were in fact looking for trouble. He turned around to meet them.

“Oi! You little trust-fund prick! Where’d ya think you’re going?!” said the bigger man who was approaching from his left. The one on the right, although not too big himself, was still slightly bigger than Vates and both carried machetes. 

“Home” replied Vates confidently; knowing that if need be he could probably outrun the two. 

“Not before I gut you and take your gear!” the man shouted as he swiftly lunged forward. The sheer escalation and violence surprised Vates but he was able to quickly raise his left hand and use his kinetic gauntlet. A big burst erupted from the gauntlet and the attacker was hit with what could be compared to as ridiculously strong gust of air, sending him flying back off his feet.

Vates turned to see that the other had begun to flank him and was now lunging himself. Vates didn’t have time to turn and knock him back but instead closing his eyes he used his right gauntlet to emit a blinding flash of light. Taking advantage of the stun he glided around the man, using his right arm to get the man in a choke hold whilst placing his left hand on the side of his head. With a small point blank jolt from the left gauntlet the attacker’s brain was briefly moved out of its usual position, causing a severe concussion and knocking him out.

The bigger man by this point had regained his footing and looked through the fog at the lone silhouette before yet another blast sent the machete flying from his hand. In the heat of the moment the man rushed the silhouette and delivered a hard take down to the ground. But as he went to give the first blow to the face he saw that he had tackled his unconscious friend. He had but a second before he felt the touch of Vates hand on his head and suffered the same fate as the man beneath him.