A scream pierced the cold night air and Lithe jumped.
Even in the midst of a fight Lithe, who had an eye for fashion, finally noticed that both Morgan and Zen were wearing Italian designer suits.
Zen looked like he got rid of his jacket somewhere along the line and had folded up the long sleeves of the green shirt that matched his eyes.
While Morgan also sported a silk shirt with a color paler than his eyes.
Morgan took off his jacket and flung it against one of his opponents to blind him while he fought another.
Both sported black shoes that gleamed with black pants long enough to hide the fact that they wore no socks.
By the time both men were done fighting off the hardened criminals their disheveled clothes looked torn and soiled with the blood of others.
Zen hurried over to Lithe's side, "old man, are you okay?"
