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...after several seconds, he releases the force enacted on the clothes of his former adversary and looked around in disbelief.

"...really? Really!? COME ON!" Shouta proceeds to stomp angrily. "Nothing? Absolutely nothing!? Are you kidding me?!" Shouta then laughs nervously. "Heh... heh. Sorry... about... that... I thought someone was going to come by."
"I agree. You're a good fighter, and your elemental powers are top-notch, but you're wrong on two counts. One- I don't work *for* anyone. No offense to you. Hell, I rarely work for *myself*... I *especially* don't work for myself. And I'm not all that into getting paid in yen. No, I'll work *with* ya. For free. So long as there's killing involved. Second, buddy, my powers over cloth aren't nearly as weak as you think." With that, Shouta exerted the full force of his power, controlling the cloth grip of his cleaver, sending it, whirling through the air, back into his hand. He also took time to manipulate the cloth around the admirable opponent's collar and sleeves, using all his energy to hold them firmly in place. It takes a lot of power and exertion to do something like that, and he was going to be incredibly winded afterwards, and he wouldn't be able to pull a trick like that a second time in one night, but like Hell would the great Aka Manto be showily one-upped by this mysterious individual. Who did he think he is, with his large amounts of money, and his fantastic blood powers, and his impressive fighting prowess, and his wonderfully emotionally void personality? "Now you stay there a second, near that wall. I think we got another visitor."
Shouta felt the blood seep and harden around his hand, and realized exactly how this wannabe killer made the needle. He figured this out at the same time one of the Desert Eagles was lowered to his face. Shouta did two things at once- first, he dropped as quickly as he could. Secondly, he unwound the long strip of cloth and quickly snared it around his opponent's wrist, tugging it to the side so the bullet missed him. Panting, Shouta found time to say a few words. "Now THIS is a fight!" He pulled his cleaver out of the man's hand and dropped it to the ground. with the man's controllable blood on it, he would be better off not using it.
He felt the whoosh of air head towards him but he didn't hear the firing of a gun. Shouta quickly ducked instinctively and did a sideways slash aimed initially towards the attacker's feet, then swinging the cleaver around in a move that seemed too fluid for the implausibly large weapon, going instead in for a downward slash, holding the cleaver in one hand while taking out a secreted strip of cloth with his other hand. He also noticed something else, hearing something faint, somewhat subdued, and rapid, that may have been the stealthy approach of footsteps or may have been his own rapid heartbeat, but he couldn't pay any attention to it as he was in the heat of battle, trying to focus on his opponent. A quick glance told him that he was armed with two Desert Eagles, and hadn't fired either of them yet. But what was that needle that came at him?
Quick couple OOC questions-

1.) So where is each respective POV going to start off, to know where everybody is at by the time the scene begins?
2.) Is this a round-robin styled thing, where the actions are described in a kind of literary style, or do all we have to do is hold up conversations and put a little thing about how the character is feeling? Or both?
Shouta heard the quick clatter of feet on the ground, and the click of the hammer being drawn back on a large caliber pistol... maybe .50, but that said there's only so much you can learn from simply the clicking of the hammer of a gun, and Shouta was not a gun person. He also wasn't a person prone to knowing how and where to hide, but he usually prided himself on being able to figure out where potential victims are and doing a little bit of lurking in the shadows himself. So the fact that he didn't notice the man behind him was surprising to him. Shouta did not fear death from whoever was behind him, he felt certain of his own abilities, but it's very likely that they both would walk away injured. And going around too fatigued or damaged to fight with Arcane around is asking for trouble. That said, if he cared about his own well being, he would have stayed inside and not spent his life breaking the law by something so simple as a few score homicides. And then he heard the voice. It was cold, almost ice-like, with nothing more than calm indifference. So he stopped and chuckled.

"I'm out on the street where the Arcane are out to play, and I happen to be surprisingly not-dead at the moment, so that narrows the field of what I am down to two, maybe three categories. But, I think, in the grand scheme of things, I'm just a killer with a big pile of bodies behind me. And something's telling me you're one as well... maybe it's your voice. But that's what I am, and who I am doesn't matter. Because no matter what I say and what I do, you're going to try to kill me."

Shouta shifted the weight on his cleaver.

"Emphasis on try..."
Shouta's feeling of unease was intensifying. He could feel a sense of dread that only happened when something particularly dangerous was coming near. Of course, his first reaction is to pump his fist, shout, "Finally!", and run off in the direction of possible incoming peril- or at least where he thought it was most likely coming from.
Sounds interesting. I'll gladly join in on this, but, ehm... I'm not sure which character, though. Maybe Jack?
Shouta stopped suddenly and looked around. He sensed... something. Something was off. He tried shaking the feeling, but it was prickling at the back of his neck-

oh, wait, no, that's just a little, prickly Arcane imp. As he lifts it off his neck, squeezing the little, grotesque devil, he laughs. "Aww, aren't you adorable!~ <3"

He then proceeds to drop it on the ground, stomp it with his foot, and walk on, whistling contentedly. The feeling wasn't gone, but he didn't really give a crap about the feeling anymore. He was having a comparatively good time.
Shouta walks down the street of Tokyo, and save some of the animalistic sounds of some far-off Arcane and the rustling of something on the ground, it's quiet...

"Too quiet." Shouta pauses for a second, adjusting the golden mask back into place, muttering about the "damn thing sliding off", and grips the handle of the giant cleaver strapped to his back. Then, Shouta began to shout.

"I said it's TOO QUIET!" Nothing. Even the animalistic Arcane from far away had stopped their... croaking whinnying bark, whatever it was. Shouta turned around and sighed. Usually saying things like, "It's too quiet," "I guess it's safe," and, "It's finally over," seem to bring him some low-level Arcane to butcher mercilessly, but tonight none of them seemed to be taking the bait.

"Well I guess I must be safe... for now..." Swiftly, Shouta turns around, sword hefted in his left hand, outstretched, pointing at the darkness... the darkness and nothing beyond.

"Oh, come ON!" he shouts angrily, then, kicking at the sidewalk, placing his abnormally-large cleaver once more onto his back, he goes off to prowl elsewhere, looking for Arcane, or some people, to kill. He's not that choosy.
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