A loud, powerful shot rang out, blowing the shadow clear off its intended victim. Two more followed, sending the dissipating creature through the window of a convenience store. More creatures lunged at the stricked victim, only to be slashed by a figure wearing a hooded cloak wielding what appeared to be a mechanical scythe. In the darkness, the figure could easily be mistaken for the Grim Reaper himself. The scythe let out a metallic whistle as it was flourished in a high speed twirl before the blade bit into to pavement, producing sparks as it was slowly dragged against the ground.<br/><br/>The figure became a spinning blur when he attacked, dancing his way through the growing hoard of creatures. It was readily apparent he was skilled at fighting the things. None managed to touch him in anyway besides shredding his cloak. Many of the things were left completely cut in two as he moved through the crowd. The sounds of dying creatures punctuating the swing of the scythe carried a deceptively musical ring as the figure was suddenly dogpiled under the large mass of shadows.<br/><br/>The sky lit up, marked by the sudden appearance of what could only be described as a brief concentrated electrical storm centered on the writhing mass of creatures that the figure had disappeared beneath in the middle of the street. Once it disappeared, the figure was the only thing remaining on the street besides a car whose alarm had been tripped due to the car's electrical system being fried. The figure, walking over to the car in question, gave it a hearty whack with the blunt end of his scythe, effectively turning the alarm off.<br/><br/>"Huh, haven't had a blitzkrieg like that since I was 15." He said to himself, twirling his weapon as it converted from a scythe to a rifle, than into a compact rectangular oval that he stored on his back clipped to a mechanical harness he wore under his cloak, "That was fun, wish there were more."<br/><br/>He noticed the woman on the ground as he recalled hearing a cry for help. That must have been her then. He walked over, offering a hand while sweeping the area with his eyes for more threats. She was either new in town or just plain stupid for being out during the dark hour. People were known to disappear during the dark hour after being attacked.<br/><br/>"Come on, I live close by, it's not safe out here." He said, giving an encouraging smile as he removed his hood, "You'll be safer if you stay with me. Name's Lucian McKnight. You can tell me yours when you're ready."