James
*Another day, another deal, eh?*

*In the absence of orders from the Corleone Family, Katya still needed gold, and she needed to sate her newfound lust for violence that was empowered by the blood curse flowing in her veins.*

*Today, her unfortunate victim was a man who had been acting too much of a nuisance in a local bar. With the authorities being little use against the party of thugs, Katya was enlisted as a "Bounty Hunter" Of sorts against the lad, and prove a point she would. A couple beatdowns and a punch to the ground later, the man was practically cowering against this beast of a woman.*

"...Can't even mind ya FUCKIN' business, eh? Gotta ruin the day for everyone. Get up. Ya'll be fine, ya fuckin' lump of limp flesh."
Allan
*A carefree stroll was what the assassin seemed to be taking. A simple gentlemen at first sight, wearing decent blue and black clothes, with a straight dueling sword and buckler on his hip; purely for self defense reasons. Purely.*

*Upon reaching an alleyway, he began to hear the words of a quite angry woman. Curious, he turns to see the situation, and sees the kitsune towering over the poor man getting the shit kicked out of him.*

"Now now, don't you think that's a bit blunt?"
James
*Placing a hand over the beat down target and slowly backing off, brushing the blood off of her bruised, wrapped knuckles and turning to her new "Friend", Katya cracked her neck back. Katya was still wearing a hood and mask, obscuring most of her features, and had hidden her oriate traits in order to further separate this persona from her more "Public" Appearance.*

*Katya's clothing mirrored Zed's... Mirror isn't the right term, "Foil" Might've been better. Rough leather clothing, a few nasty looking knives and cestus. If Zed was a scalpel, Katya was a flamberge.*

"This isn't your business. Back off. He's just a troublemaker anyway."
Allan
*The sensible thing to do would be to walk away. Just turn around and act like nothing happened. But Zed wasn't exactly the most sane person.*

"Ah, but it is now, isn't it? After all, I just witnessed this man being beaten within an inch of his life. Why use fists when words can accomplish the same task?"

*Zed places a hand on his buckler, ready to draw it at a moment's notice*
James
*Katya's own body tensed up, and she prepared for something to hit the fan as the thug quietly scampered off.*

"We tried words, words didn't go so well. Why ya white knighting for him? He your boyfriend?"

*Two daggers were strapped to Katya's side, and a few darts were hidden on her body. While Katya didn't **Want** Another encounter, she wasn't too averse to it either...*