Nodding, Wolf looked around. "Well, it's been lovely talking to you, Miss Azalane, but I'm afraid we're gonna have to cut this conversation short. I'd ask for your number, but I don't own a phone. Good luck, though, I'm sure we'll see each other again." Wolf jumped off the roof, landing on the next one before jumping down into a separate alleyway.
For minute, all was silent, but then gunshots rang out. At least five.
Aza giggled a little and waved her hand. Reappearing a little bit away from Wolf, she stayed in the shadows, her aura wafting around her.
Wolf's foot connected with a man's jaw, and a satisfying crack was heard. "Y'know, stalkers aren't appreciated around here," Wolf said, turning and making direct eye contact with Aza. A grimace was plastered on his face, and three bullet holes could be seen. One in the chest, one in the arm, one in the leg. Falling onto his butt, Wolf leaned against the wall. "Ever hear of the 'Mafia'?" He asked sarcastically.
"The 'Mafia'?" Aza giggled and knelt next to Wolf. She pressed a hand against the bullet hole in his chest and her other on his leg. She focused and heat spread through her hands, healing the wounds and dissolving the metal inside of them. She rocked back on her heels and said, "All better!"
Wolf steeled himself and tried to ignore the pain. "Thanks, Shadow Girl." He said, standing. Pausing, he looked at her, confused. "You haven't heard of the Mafia? Not like, the Russian Mafia, because that would be cliche. I'm talking about the 'Magical Mafia.'" He replied to her question.
"'Shadow Girl?'" She stood and cocked her head. "And of course I've heard of the Mafia. All of them. You're in a Mafia too, didja know that?"
"Of course I knew that. Why else would I be here?" Wolf replied. "Few weeks ago, someone from this area belonging to the Chaos/Lighting type broke off an alliance with my group by doing something… bad. I'm just here to return the favor." Wolf says, an evil smile on his face.
This be a good place to switch perspectives. Maybe to Cy, since he was mentioned. Who would like to team up?
(That's what I was thinking, take it away)
Okee
(your character is pretty powerful, maybe you don't need a teammate? or join Aza and I if you'd like)
Actually, not really, he can't use certain types of magics without hurting himself
But, yes, I shall start
The weak light that the moon gave off was hardly enough for Cy to see with. What little light the trees let in cast eerie shadows about the uneven ground.
sorry i took so long to get back, was tied up in senior finals and stuff
The boy ground his teeth in frustration.
The 5th night, and this was the 12th attack on his house.
With a disgruntled sigh, he stood, and walked out to confront the intruders.
"You should leave!" he called to the men on his lawn. "Before you get hurt."
A tall, muscle bound man glared at Cy.
"We're not leaving until we have what we came for, demon! Now give it up, before YOU get hurt."
The boy only smiled.
"Your loss." he muttered.
Slowly, golden orange mist, shot through with black creeped off his skin, shrouding him in rippling power. The smell of hot iron filled the air.
"Goodbye." he said, as arcs of electricity exploded from his body, blasting three of the men off their feet, and turning the remaining 3, including the leader, to charred figures.
"Well, that was fun." Cy giggled softly, then returned to his hiding place, leaving the corpses where they lay.
Hey, Aza, or somebody wanna join this part