Urie's hand went to his coat buttons as he saw the girl begin waving her blade around. When it drew blood, he immediately recognized that it was no cosplaying enthusiast, but a psychopath in need to be put down. Four clicks sounded as he removed his coat, casting it down. This will be easy, he depressed the button on the handle, the silver case coming away as the liquid contained within the case formed into a blade, bluish-grey with red cracks. He was walking forward, ignoring the fact that every second he took to walk over would grant her extra time to cut the men down. He was about three paces from her, his weapon raised when he saw a fist club the girl in the back of the head. He held his position, blade gripped in a single hand.<br/><br/>He watched as bullets bounced off his chest, recognizing the man at the entrance as a ghoul, though lacking in the scent of blood. He stepped forward with trained ease, the blade dancing, the red cracks pulsating white and crimson as he swung it at the man.