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Bruch strode through the city that had become his home, his jacket's collar propped up and his head down. In his mouth was a cigarette, something that he usually only had when working. His heavy boots thudded against the thick concrete beneath his feet, sending up water as it hit the puddles formed by the rain that had only recently dispersed. He watched the concrete as he walked along, not paying attention to anyone or anything. He no longer needed to, he had made a name for himself. However, it would seem that there was a new guy in town. Bruch struck the man's shoulder with his own, shoving him backward slightly and into the corner of a building. The man growled a threat at Bruch, cracking his knuckles. Should've walked... Bruch thought to himself, as the man shot out another threat. Suddenly, the man's back was thrust against the metallic wall of the building, a cigarette pressed to his temple. He let out a small grunt of pain as the embers seared into his temple. Bruch brought his face directly next to the man's ear as he dropped the cigarette butt to the ground. "This is my town." He said in a deadly calm voice.
"Haugus would beg to differ." The man replied angrily, shoving Bruch in the chest. The man had a lot of muscle, and he sent Bruch straight toward the wall that made the other side of the alley. Sliding on the ground, Bruch stopped himself just centimeters before he hit the wall. Suddenly, there was a spear in his hand. It seemed to be an old-fashioned spear, something that they would have never seen in this futuristic plane. A cyan banner billowed in the slight breeze that somehow managed to find a home in the deserted alleyway where the two men stood. In a blur Bruch slashed at the man, cutting his arm slightly. Blood poured out, no matter how much the man did to stop it. As he struggled to find a way to stop the bleeding, Bruch laughed at him. "Go get a healer to fix that, and make sure they are the best. Oh, and when you get better, let Haugus know that Cloak and Dagger has a new enemy. We call ourselves 'Feinde des Chaos' and we are now the new mob running Ieheki Shita."
"Haugus would beg to differ." The man replied angrily, shoving Bruch in the chest. The man had a lot of muscle, and he sent Bruch straight toward the wall that made the other side of the alley. Sliding on the ground, Bruch stopped himself just centimeters before he hit the wall. Suddenly, there was a spear in his hand. It seemed to be an old-fashioned spear, something that they would have never seen in this futuristic plane. A cyan banner billowed in the slight breeze that somehow managed to find a home in the deserted alleyway where the two men stood. In a blur Bruch slashed at the man, cutting his arm slightly. Blood poured out, no matter how much the man did to stop it. As he struggled to find a way to stop the bleeding, Bruch laughed at him. "Go get a healer to fix that, and make sure they are the best. Oh, and when you get better, let Haugus know that Cloak and Dagger has a new enemy. We call ourselves 'Feinde des Chaos' and we are now the new mob running Ieheki Shita."
