The sky grew brighter as daybreak approached. Th stars began to fade away one by one. Glaive preffered the night more than anything because the light of day only revealed more of the desolate and broken town. Graffitti, broken windows, piles of trash, and puddles of dirty water greeted him every morn. But luckily there was someone else to welcome him...<br/><br/>Glaive sensed a presence not too far from him. He opened his other eye and saw his friend, Malice, approaching towards him. Of all the creatures on this planet Glaive appreciated Malice's company the most. The other hybrids he had met in this backwater town were troublesome, unintelligent, and were probably the reason why the hybrids didn't get any respect.<br/>As Glaive looked further down the road he saw that there was someone else prowling the streets behind Malice. The figure was nothing but a silohette in the distance. The face was cloaked in darkness from his hood to conceal any emotions. The shadowy figure walked towards them with such a posture of arrogance that anger began to swell up in Glaive.<br/><br/>The figure pauses, and edges its shadowed face to the only other two on the streets at the moment. First to Malice, then to Glaive, and it blinks. “What on earth are you doing here?” Almost imperceptibly, a smile curls up from the corners of its lips. “Of all the damned...” The creature slowly reaches in its pocket, taking its first step your way. “Gentlemen.”<br/><br/>"I should be asking you the same thing." Glaive growled, "If you want to enter our town any further you better tell us what business you have here first."