I took my jacket back and equipped myself almost immediately.
A stiletto dagger and a spear was all I got. It was better than nothing, to be honest.
Not only that I'll be dealing with the aftermath of PID's violation by some dumbass outside, I need to survive the midnight with some cheap gears and sublime preparation.
"Seriously, don't drag someone unrelated to your stupidity—"
After I glanced back, I was greeted with a giant yellow eye, surrounded with fangs on its pulsating dark flesh.
Fear wasn't exactly the word that I would use in this situation.
"The Cleaning Mist…"
It was 'annoyance'.
I pushed my thumb to the fire symbol on the early steel of the stiletto dagger as it immediately wrapped in heat and electricity.
Then I hurled it.
"The hell you're peeking into!"
As the molten needle pierced its retina, the enigmatic beast didn't cry nor flinch, holding its position with resolution to stare at me.
Before I could follow up with my spear, the entity was split apart from behind.
Buzzing, the conjoined yellow spark and blue flame opened the entity's weird anatomy, which further revealed a female in a Streetlight Talon's uniform in the air that just hurled her giant cleaver.
Her mint-green-colored ponytail flapped as she landed on top of the outdoor corridor. The fur mane hoodie of her black jacket was breezed for a blink. Too bad that I couldn't see her face because of her gas mask.
Just like that, the floating strip of flesh with an eye was subdued and fell to the floor. Despite her power, the weapon used by the women didn't damage the railing and the floor in the slightest.
One could see the amount of training and money being put into that prowess.
"Sorry about the stiletto!" The woman nervously scoured her strapped belongings before throwing her dagger. "Use that, and try to go to another shelter outside of this area!"
Ah! A Model-2 Stigma Type Variant, quite a pricey Workshop's dagger that can incapacitate an unprotected person with just a scratch.
Just like its name, it stigmatizes any flesh and material that were damaged by the edge. The engineering behind it was extraordinary as it didn't need any battery nor it sap any physical energy from its host .
One could just swing this thing without any preparation!
Of course, her throwing this at my face could straight up kill me if I didn't catch it.
"I'm an active Patcher." I lied. "What is the situation?"
Numerous explosions and the clanging of bones and weapons could be heard within the misty Lowstreet. Although faint, screams and shoutings were also crowding.
"Aight, we got ourselves a 'Nihil' on the loose. Combined with the Cleaning Mist, everyone within the radius of one kilometer is prone to a massacre from both sources." Her hands fidgeted on the cleaver's handle. "We'll pay your Office later!
"You can help the main unit to handle the entity or deal with the surrounding Cleaning Mist's Revenant to prevent the resurrection of its main body, your choice!"
The woman scurried away with her giant cleaver being dragged in the air.
"Oh well, knowing that Nihil was the cause, 'bad things' won't happen, I guess." I examined the red tendrils motif on the black steel of the dagger with indulgence. "Got my hand on one of my favorite Workshop's weapons too."
One of the most annoying parts of the PID Law is that anything that is not coming from the City won't be affected by it. This in itself, was an outright middle finger at us to deal with the problems of invading entities on our own, without any droplet of help from the Ouranos.
I could imagine them having a special cinema room that plays live when there was a 'crisis' happening to the lower part of this City, gloating with popcorn on their lap and 3D glasses on their stinking noses.
Aside from the missing chunk of front wall from my small apartment, it was nice that I could sightsee the world of mist without any imminent danger, knowing that there was a local Syndicate dealing with the safety of its territory because of the Nihil outbreak.
Still, what a bad timing to have a Nihil suppression at the same time of the Cleaning Mist.
I did wonder if I should bring the firearm with me in this situation.
Hmmm, probably not. The bullet it had might be good for humans but not so much for an entity from outside of the City.
Not to mention, this dagger was enough to incapacitate almost everyone that didn't have any enchantment or prosthetic.
Oh welp, let's see this naughty 'Nihil', shall we?
But first!
"Seems like the person who saved me didn't care much about this ruptured sheet of flesh on the floor."
Without anyone noticing, I retrieved the remains of this formerly floating entity. While it wasn't actually the real part of the Cleaning Mist, this on itself could be exchanged for a couple of Solus. Around 24,000 or so.
Yep, it was that valuable. Probably because of the fact that this Revenant alone proved that its main body had been defeated. Some of them could be used as a catalyst for magitech and potions, which have a lot of variants and the consumer price was high.
Back then, I remembered being a salesman that kind of store within the Lowstreet, the shady one, of course.
Using the unused linen in my apartment, I wrapped up the sheet of flesh, immediately shoving it within my closet as there was no other safe place to store this thing.
Not like someone was able to see me putting it there within this thick haze. "Hmmhmm~ The Streetlight Talon's battle prowess is really prominent. No wonder that they are capable of maintaining a quarter of District 67 as their turf."
"And they are also nice to the people who pay for their protection. I would prefer them over the stinky Yugen Extra to take over this District's Lowstreet."
"... Wait, who the hell are you?"