The assassin seemed to yawn as she charged him, how long had it been since he had a fight worth while? Usually it was someone- a nobody who had pissed the wrong people off and needed to be nipped in the bud, but this was beyond that and he was starting to figure out why this woman was such a vital target to be captured. Needless to say he quickly snapped back into reality as her shoulder slammed into his the jagged blade running across his left bicep causing a slight sting to erupt over his arm. He gripped his scythe and spun himself around watching her escape into the streets and onto the roof of the building. Is this how things were going to be? He quickly let out a blood thirsty roar as he kicked the swinging door off its hinges and into the building across the street. She had pissed him off to much and smirked. Moving across the bar and staring down at the unconscious bartender. He was taught the only way to get through someone who was beyond reason was to strike them where it hurt. With that he spun his scythe and placed the blade edge on the ground standing on it before chuckling some. This would make things interesting and with that, he moved his legs and kicked the hilt sending the curved blade into the midsection of the bartender.<br/><br/>His scream echoed out of the bar as he lifted his scythe balancing the long handle on his shoulders and the man on the blade he made his way into the street before stopping in the center, blood trailed down his clothes as he looked to the roof before spinning his body, the inertia causing the man to fly off and land on the ground.<strong>"The more you resist the more people around you will die. Just remember this, regardless of who you are. I'll know what to do."</strong>[/b] He cackled slightly before the red scythe erupted into a crystallized dust as a glyph formed at his feet with a crimson glow and a crackle of energy the assassin was gone. Leaving only the bartender bleeding profusely in the street.<br/><br/><em>'I'm in over my head now.</em>