"How is it that you know something about me but I don't know anything about you?"
Noah chuckles, mysteriously hugging himself under his black cloak, barring his mocking smile.
"Truly insufferable. Snarky remarks like yours shouldn't be made when the disparity between our ranks is so apparent."
"…Is that so…"
Scoffing to his words laced with an ear-bleeding, authoritative tone, Noah reveals his metallic yo-yo and caressing its hidden grooves.
Information about individuals in the underworld are shared for Silverdians. But, there are somethings which cannot be well explained. Erratic behaviour and an assassin's weapon of choice. Erratic behaviour is something extremely difficult to maintain. But an the weapon the assassin uses were usually without witnesses.
Who would tell the tale once they met an assassin?
Both the masked man and Noah gaze at each other, slowly unveiling their cold bloodlust. It overwhelms the vacant vicinity as if it was swallowing the air within.
If a civilian walked through this alleyway, they would wet their pants and flee without a care of how unsightly they look.
"I wonder why you care about ranks so much?" Noah initiates a powerful yo-yo thrust carrying the snake-like words with it.
The masked man dodges, leaping on top of a metallic wire and bouncing his figure up and down. However, his figure was glued to the wires he stands making it seem like he was apart of the wires.
Noah notices how this happened. The enemy was wearing jikatabki which could latch its toes onto the wires.
'How intriguing…'
"Ranks determine your worth. You will never perceive the world of a B-Rank and those above it." The masked man grips two metallic wires nearby, pulling it towards his chest.
Then, with a snap, he releases the strings with a sonic boom resonating across the alleyway. The ground quakes with a thunderous crack, the light distorts creating after images of sound waves, the air shimmers uncontrollably while rattling the silhouettes within proximity. The wires bounces and graze against each other causing a sound wave roaring in its might. It was powerful, it moved at a speed Noah couldn't react making it an extremely difficult attack to counteract. Covering himself with his black cloak, Noah clutches onto his ears as it begins to teeter on the brink of deafening. It's might caused his muscles to collapse to the intense pressure. It perpuatally disorientates his mind and vision like a flashbang right to his face while immersing the afteraffects.
'What a nasty weapon!' He thought, gritting his teeth to this continuous wave of reverberating sound.
An unintentional action occurred. Noah yanked his body forward, his trembling hands gripping the cold and hard surface of the concrete with struggle. Like broken shards layed buried deep within his throat, he gasped, gripping his throat tightly. He coughs out a chunk of his blood as he bares his blood-shot eyes upon it.
"What—a," The influx of blood surges continously. Noah tries to swallow what is left in his throat. Strained, he said slowly, "What a deadly weapon…"
Leaning against the wall, Noah eyes dull each second drooping his head lower and lower.
The masked man quietly mutters, "I can't believe you, a C-Rank is this miserable. A stain in the underworld." The remark was clear, it carried the vicious authority a victor had over the defeated. He leaps right next to Noah, readying his daggers at his neck.
Zoning in and out of reality, Noah feels the weight of the human burdens. Thoughts, physical and mental anguish, sleep deprivation and overloading the senses with his superhuman sense. These have been trapped within his figure wanting to burst forth and unleash the demons within.
'What has my life been like till now?' A question he had yet asked himself once. It was momentarily stunning, it caused many of his fervent insights to be lost in the mix of thoughts.
Sadness encroaches, his dull, pitch-black eyes stare into the murky void. The void had yearn for his arrival, the reaper of life.
However, deep within the abyss of his mind state, Noah awakens with a resurgence of warm blood. The speed of which it flowed at was fast. Thunderous drums beats pounded with a rampant tempo within his chest.
'I'm not done yet!'
"You think I would fall this pitifully low?!"
He emerges from the depths gripping the masked man's hand with incredible force and lands a fast and heavy swing, a reinvented left hook with his yo-yo, planting it towards the face.
The thud was thunderous, multiple teeth flew out of his jaws like scattering leaves of an autumn tree. It was dazzling, eye-opening even, the masked man's widen his eyes in electrifying disbelief as he watches his teeth fly through the air.
"How the tables have turned you muthafucker!"
Noah delivers a sucker of suckers, a sucker punch right to masked man's nose. The punch was weighted with bone crushing force, breaking apart the masked man's face, disfiguring it into a bloody pulp, and then swirling his entire body in a three sixty like a lifeless puppet, slamming him back to the left side of the alleyway.
The B-Rank, stuck between the debris beneath the wall, screeches like none would ever had thought.
While it was earsplitting, it leaves Noah unamused.
Noah's muscles bulged making it seem un-assassin like. People who had witnessed such a figure would mistakenly identify him as a berserker in their raged form. But, this power, the steam arising from his pores was by no means a fluke. It was untapped strength that stemmed from a culmination of his pent up anger, frustration, and distain for the knocked masked man.
Unleashing the untapped power, Noah delivers consecutive punches, earthquake in force, breaking the walls surrounding it.
Noah numbed himself to the pain as the force of his punches reflected back into his crushed knuckles. The sharp jolts should have stopped him, but the numbness only fueled his frenzy, allowing him to vent his rage without pause. It was a ceaseless nightmare, an endless, unrelenting storm of violence. The masked man lay limp, devoid of any strength to retaliate, his body utterly broken beneath the onslaught.
His listless eyes, once piercing and full of authority, now stared blankly at Noah, passing with each passing second. Words were impossible; even the groans of pain had faded. He had no mouth left to speak with, no face left to wear. The bone and flesh that once formed his features were concaved, warped beyond recognition. Knuckle imprints marred his face, reducing it to something grotesque, a hollow canvas soon to resemble the flat absurdity of a two-dimensional character.