† Michiru † Mark of the Outsider, Make Up †
“Citizens are asked to remain in their homes until more police forces can be mobilized to handle the threat.”
Daud knows too much about police forces to be taken in by that warning. He’ll be cooped up in his apartment for the rest of his life at this rate, and so will the other poor bastards in Sector 003 and Sector 005.
The weather is nice outside, at least. It’s filled with the shouts of angry citizens like the chirping of birds at morning. Blood pools on the ground like puddles after a fresh rain. He is in his element now.
There is one thing, however, that catches Daud entirely off guard. A woman – a girl, more like – is absolutely wrecking shop out here. He would be surprised if she was even into her twenties yet, but there’s no mistaking her strength or ability. Her outfit and her hair is another matter entirely.
The assassin is halfway through mentally dissecting her entire appearance when he is blindsided by a fist. Oh, yes. The rioting.
He grabs the offending hand and shoves his shoulder into its owner’s stomach, winding him and tossing him over his back. Daud keeps his sword in hand, cutting his way through the crowd as he makes his way to the teal streak of a girl.
“You!” he shouts when he’s in earshot, maintaining a perimeter around him with casual swipes of his blade. “What in the Void are you doing out here?”
