Ross stepped out into the center of the alley, his face expressionless.  He looked at the woman with cold emotionless eyes, and he drew his sword.  It glistened in the moonlight as it sliced through the air.  He held it at a ready stance, prepared to fight if he must, while also being casual about it so that he was willing to not fight as well.  "Im guessing im next?" He breathed, just loud enough for her to hear as he took a few steps forward into the alley.