<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/350/1/4/footninja_by_jennyverse-d8a4zt4.jpg)</div>Silently, atop the roofs of new york. Moved a squad of men. New york is known for it's  gangs. But, these men were among an elite. Not mere thugs, or delinquents. But Foot Ninja. They ran, jumping across roof top to roof top. They were quick, like a shadow. The Foot have their thievs, their street activity. But thats just gangs they bought out, or forced into submission. Or kids, and punks. Brain washed, and convinced to join the clan as pawns. These men however, are those you only see for the real Foot activity. Assassination, major heists, intelligence gathering. In this case, scouting. Recently, Their has been minor activity, by a strange beast. An explosive monster, with ferocious martial skill. He has been thwarting crimes, hospitalizing gang members.  And some time ago, two who match the monsters description have been spotted. Under order of their master, these men are to confront them, and if possible take them in alive.<br/><br/>The man leading the squad set his hand to his side, his fist closed, signaling them to pause their march. Creeping along the edge of the buildings roof, looking down at their prey. Raising his hand, he counts down his fingers.  Three fingers up, as the creature with a orange mask jumped on the others back. Two, as they teased each other. Foolishly letting their guards down. One, as the creature with a purple mask threw the other off her. As he clenched his fist, he jumped to the ground. His men following suit. Him and another land on the entrance to the alley, while the other's land on the opposite end. Now boxxing in their prey, they were ready to strike.<br/><br/>"What are you?!" He demanded to know, As he drew his Kittana. Walking foreword, he drew close to the one with a orange mask. Now that he had a closer look, he can see they werent bad looking.... In fact, they were now clearly women. Freakish women, but they had tight, fit curvs. They looked rather exotic, oddly beautiful even...<br/><br/>Regaining his concentration, the man stood his stance. By their posture, they are ninja. And by their figure, other then being attractive, they were well trained. Well toned. And prepared. The women in orange in particular, seemed quite the strong women. One, who must have strong muscle memory, given her choice of weapons. "Who are you?" Demanding them to speak yet again, this time in a less offensive light.