He ignored her regardless comment. She grew up hating those of the street her fucking problem. He meant it respectfully until she was a total bitch to him. As he was walking out. "No. I haven't seen magazines, billboards of the city. I can't even read so how would I know a name to a face even if I had seen those things?" He says acidly. He shrugged to the breaking and entering part. Big deal even a judge wouldn't fault him more than a slap on the wrist at most for not going to a homeless shelter. He hadn't even hurt her verbually until she treated him constantly with bitchiness and darkness. Even then he held back due to her being a woman. His wrath was usually far worse than that. Being an unknowing demon had things that made things weird at times.<br/><br/>Even as the people burst through the back door. He heard the struggle. Heard her screaming and grunting. She wouldn't escape them. He had encountered them before. They were crazy and dangerous. Never a good combonation for the pampered and rich. He heard them hurting her more and then he was out the front door. He heard her scream and he turned only once he heard his name. Only then did he look at her and walk back inside. As he walked back in you could hear the sound of his knuckles cracking. Of his neck cracking and then him moving in further.<br/><br/>"I believe the lady has been screaming for you boys to let go." He says in a demonic voice. Walking closer and his eyes were a demonic red color. No pupils or whites at all. He moved and started kicking ass. The nearest had him back broken yet was left alive. The second had himself knocked out. Three and four were put through the house and into the kitchen sinks. He moved like a blur. Disarming and breaking limbs with every action that he made. Fists flew and kicks did too. This man was like a bruce lee mixed with jackie chan mixture. Putting elegance in street fighting.<br/><br/>He puts a hand on the leaders shoulder. "Let the lady go. Or I'll break you in so many places you won't make it to the next life." He says darkly. The men were whispering Street Prince. The man dropped her roughly. Running out and they dragged each other along. His eyes returned to normal and he helped her up. Then went and started fixing her back door. "So...what made you change your mind?" He says edgily. Not looking at her and begins to grunt. He had a couple of knives in his right side. Fixing the door he grunts in pain but kept walking. Picking up all the weapons and throwing them into the dumpster outside her kitchen window.