He knocked on the door of the second floor. It was Rat's door. Rat threw it open and his eyes lit with mischief.
"Look who it is. None other than Little Scar Sylvador."
He leaned on the frame. "What could you possibly want?"
Scar kept it brief.
"I think it's past time we make amends."
Rat smirked, "Is that so?"
***
Scar was in the worst part of town in all of Reavador.
Another gang's territory.
He'd snuck around the thugs that patrolled the outer territory and was making his way leisurely through the middle of the open streets.
The air down here smelled of party drugs and booze.
Scar was feeling bold and strode down a alley spinning a knife. The moonlight glinting off of it as it turned around and around in his palm.
His black cloak blended him with the alleyway walls and restraunt walls. It was a shame the gang was a rivalry he thought as he passed a restraunt well know for their fried desserts.
He had never been, but he heard they were 'to die for'. This coming from some of his father's aristocrat clients was a high compliment.
He smirked as he caught a glimpse of the first rival. He didnt see Scar.
That wasn't really his game tonight. He crept in the shadows until he stood behind the guy and smashed his head into a concrete wall. The guy crumpled to the floor.
Scar checked his pulse. He would be just fine when he came to. It wasn't in his agenda to kill any of the rival crime lord's lackeys tonight either.
He sheathed his throwing knife as he rounded a corner into a whole group of rivals.
Their eyes all turned to him at once like a pack of wolves sighting a rabbit.
"Who do we have here?" One of them leered as they all sidled closer.
"Sure not one of ours."
Said another while smirking.
"Looks like a man who doesn't quite belong. Why don't you remove your hood stranger? Everyone's dying for a better look."
The last man to speak Scar recognized as one of the rival gang's top men.
He was distinctive by the fangs he had tattooed on his lips. His street name was of course. Wolf.
Scar dropped his hood and smirked as they all bristled. Somone drew a gun.
Scar's hand flashed so quick nobody saw it and the man who'd drawn his gun cursed. He clutched his hand as a gun clattered on the streets.
"I would have thought your manners were a bit lacking. Now, Drawing a gun though. Hmmm that's just really not a great way to say Hello."
Wolf growled at him. "What are you doing on our turf Scarface? Want a war that bad?"
He smirked and felt them bristle as he pulled his hood back up.
"I'm here for a private audience with your boss."
Wolf laughed loudly and took a few steps closer.
"What makes you think he has the time for 'you'?"
Scar chuckled. "I think he does. If by chance he doesn't? He will make time."
His hand casually rolled a capsule in it and his body tensed for a fight. The men all drew their knives. The first guy went for his gun. Scar smiled. So be it.
He dodged forward as the second lackey lunged at him and then spun straight into the middle of the others. He snapped his rewind capsule closest to the man who was raising the muzzle of the gun and ducked as a knife aimed for his back.
He turned and spun his cloak around one guy's knife hand while aiming a blow to another man's throat. Wolf and a third man came from the back and he rolled as a knife flew over his head. He aimed kicks at guy five, six, and seven's midsection. Goaded them closer, but not downing them.The gun man had picked up his gun and fired. The bullet hit the wall next to him.
He threw a knife and pinned his sleeve to the wall across the way. He dodged a blow and threw another knife tacking the other sleeve an inch above it as the man tried to free him self.
Three men approached him with bare hands. Wolf tossed a dart at him and he twirled using his momentum to catch it easily. Wolf was known for poison darts, and sure enough this dart was dripping.
Wolf was a high level mercenary like himself. He needed to level the playing field quickly.
He pulled out two capsules and flung them. Following them with knives. He aimed them past the two lackey's approaching him.
The knives were an inch past their bodies when they pierced the capsules and pink fireworks exploded and slithered into their naval cavities, knocking guy five, six, and seven clean out.
"Sleep tight." He chuckled with a peircing look in their direction.
He picked up a board; anticipating Wolf's next move. Eight to ten darts peirced the board and he spun it with one hand with a low antagonizing whistle.
His other hand flashed out one knife after another. They connected with the man who had just gotten free from the wall. Instead of tacking his sleeves-this time he had tacked his hands themselves.
Throat jab guy finally caught his second wind, and then there was only two coming at him.
The gun guys screams filled the air. Throat guy looked a little hesitant, but Wolf's eyes flashed with irratatation.
The men engaged him in hand to hand and when they got close enough he snapped two capsules. Throat guy crumpled to the ground. Wolf stared at him with a twisted smile. His eyes glowed pink.
Scar smiled beneath his hood. So he was like him. Trained to withstand the capsules. Well lucky for him he was trained to withstand poison. Not that it would come to that.
His rib cages were still a little bit sore. The quick healing methods Nursara's used on the skin did not extend to the bones.
Scar landed a few jabs to his jaw and ribs. Wolf landed a few to the same places. Instead of wincing from the pain he gritted his teeth in a harsh smile.
He threw down a capsule he hadn't used in a while. It wasn't a capsule well known on the streets. More well known in aristocratic circles. Shadow dancer entertainment. He snapped a smoke one and scooted down the alley as it was engulfed in smoke and dancing shadows.
***
By the time he got to the crime lord's establishment the night had darkened. He shrugged. Far be it from him to care about decent visiting hours. He had avoided more thugs on the way here.
Cutting through alley ways and being as swift as he could.
They knew he was here now, and shadows only bought a man so much time before the smoke cleared and everyone saw the truth.
He was ahead of them though, and he would make it.