Karl
With a strong reluctance to get outside, Hamada entered the alley. He took a few moments to look around and noticed how... Old everything seemed. Hamada lowered himself and stretched his limbs a little before his eyes began to relax more and more. With a sigh of satisfaction, he will at last get some rest. Would it be possible for him to simply spend a few hours here and have some alone time to think things through?
Terry
Just as Hamada's thought of rest ran through his mind, a sudden wetness dropped on top of their snout. Red. A dark red drop splattered into even smaller drops and nearly surprising the Sandwing's eyes as well. Obviously it would pull his attention above his head- and onto a surprising sight that meant anything but rest for him.
On a balcony of a hotel a Skywing, wearing couple of jewellery that was visible from all the way up there- just as the Sandwing that has just cut the throat of that wealthy dragon. Soon there would be blood raining down on the mafioso... But also the acid green murderous gaze of that mysterious killer- that just turned around like a gust of wind, vanishing over the roofs. There was no way that Sandwing was known to Hamada- and there was also no way he'd let him escape after murdering just in front of his eyes in the territory of their mafia.
Karl
With his talons extended to his snout, Hamada saw that blood was seeping onto it in a red substance. Rolling his eyes, Hamada looked up and said, "Hey you know, it is very rude to disturb my sleep and at the same time, kill on the territory of the mafia residing in this part of pyrrhia!"He shot up, beginning to pursue him. "You know, if you had murdered them somewhere else, you would have avoided us both so much trouble!"


If he showed any indication of free will, he would just quit pursuing them, but naturally, he was unable to do so for fear of upsetting his boss.
Terry
"Too bad but I don't give a shit about pathetic mafias~!" The Sandwing called over his shoulder, dodging quite elegantly chimneys before grabbing the edge of the end of the roof to pull himself down- just to fake his fall by barrel rolling himself to the side and ducking his head under a bridge connecting two larger buildings. "I can't hear ya all the way back there~" He shouted through the close walls, having no trouble keeping his speed and agility in tight spaces where you can barely spread your wings. Speaking of wings- for some odd reason the wings of that 'bad guy' had reddish-brown scales sewed to some kind of a coat- attached to metal rings on each claw of his wing skeleton. Mudwing scales perhaps? Whatever that accessory was- it didn't seemed to bother him flying with a second layer of dead membranes like a loosened dog.
Rebecca
Hs:"Oh, you will regret this!" Hamada's expression had gone a tad bit crazed. "You know, I am very well known around here for killing ´rule breakers´." After the rule breaker, rolling and ducking to stay clear of impediments. Once more, Hamada chuckled, "Too afraid to look me in the eye? Too scared, eh?" He had better things to squander his energy on, so he wasn't really trying all that hard to catch up to the other Sandwing.

Running, Hamada fixed his gaze on the Sandwing. Did he have on a coat of mudwing scales? That seemed a little excessive to Hamada.
Terry
His gaze fell behind his shoulder again, grinning towards his playful hunter "Scared-? Nah~ bored in fact!" Silencer shouted before ducking under another bridge- this time tho showing his front talons into the sandy structure, the sound of creaking metal echoing too late for his hunter to react -and so before Hamada could stop in front of the small bridge Silencer used his speed he built up to grab a hold onto the bridge's roof to swung himself over it, gliding over couple of dragons before landing directly on his chaser's back. Due to the sudden collision one pair of wings couldn't hold two dragons at once- and so both crashed down into couple of wooden boxes with belongings to the shops around- 
Silencer gave a huff as he grabbed a hold on Hamada "...Not only bored- but also disappointed how y'all with such terrible *God complex*..." He began, and just as the dusty clouds around them began to set Hamada could feel a sudden stressful pressure around his neck- a check of his talons would feel a chain being pulled tighter and tighter, slowly but surely cutting off his oxygen "...That always drives you into situations like this..." He continued. From the corner of his eye Hamada could see some kind of whip- but constructed with a chain and a weight attached to the end of it, both endings tightly held in the assassins talons.
"Now- I assume this street is already a block outside your territory... So I might consider not spilling blood here if you're willing to do me a favor~"
Rebecca
Hs:You do realize that my mafia is one of the bigger ones, so you may be right on their border," Laughed Hamada, winking a little. "Still, I'll be happy to assist you." His oxygen supply was gradually running out, so he found it difficult to even speak. Once more, he smiled and said, "This is going to be interesting. I presume you're going to ask why I'm willing."

 "I just am bored, that's all, that would be my a-answer!" He choked out.

With a slight struggle, his eyes narrowed. "B-but tell me, couldn´t you just move further down to avoid us , the mafia living here, and then murder s-someone?"
Terry
"Damn-" Silencer mumbled before letting go off one end of his whip, slowly curbing the chain up on his belt around his waist. It was nearly bizarre how quickly he let his guard down as he stepped off the fellow Sandwing's back, tho still having one feet pressed on his tail. "...Quite rare finding someone *That insane* In a mafia. 'Ouh- I'm so bored! Ima cooperate with an assassin so he can kill the heads of the mafias" He waved with his hands while toning his voice differently, sounding terribly goofy as intended- probably just as intended as to insult Hamada's submit to cooperate... But still it was off how un-serious he became. Silencer reached into his satchel on his waist as he sat down between the shattered wooden boxes and took a small paper bag from his Inventory. Small bluish pills got thrown into his jaws before he would grab with one talon his other wrist, slightly squeezing it while taking a look around if anyone would see them.
"...Anyways~ Silencer, murderer of politically mighty dragons and those that steal money from the poor... *I kill the rich~*...And you?"
Karl
"I would never kill the higher-ups of the mafia, never, ever!" Hamada said, his eyes widening. That request appeared to surprise him; what was this dragon thinking? "I am not *That* Insane!" He would never do that, even if he were "That insane." Ultimately, they had rescued him, and he was not the type of dragon to betray those who had helped him. No, that is not how he would ever be. His eyes, normally deadpan, held a hint of desperation. "So you see, I am quite hesitant." His eyes became dead once more. "But at least, I can give you my name I guess."


"I am Hamada, the prodigy of the boss that currently leads one of the biggest mafia´s," He said, fixing finally his gaze on Silencer.
Terry
The Sandwing slowly lifted his head, starting to slowly pull bandages off his arm that have been hiding terribly deep wounds- while he pulled out a bottle that probably contained alcohol he spilled a view gulps over his wound, except for a flick of his eyelid not reacting much to the pain. He then used a new set of bandages, tying them tightly around his wound before his greenish eyes met Hamada's again, that dare-devil stare being replaced with a sudden tiredness, or relaxation in this case... Probably what those pills of his were for. "Well-...I am *That insane*... Ever heard of the 'light bringers'?" Silencer said lifting both eyebrows before standing on all talons again, then slowly taking his steps towards the mafioso. "...I assume you haven't... Hamada, but either way you're not having various choices here- I'm not having all day so do us both a favour and the lower class that makes up the majority of these lands ruined by dragons you serve" Silencer's eyes fixated on Hamada's with an awaiting expression- nearly piercing through his soul with those sharp black slits of pupils.