[ Gun in hand, trigger discipline not so much forgotten as unneeded in his current state of mind, Mikazuki stalks the streets of Olympia like a creature on par with any of the ones he seeks. Or at least that's the impression he moves with despite being human when his opponents are rumored to not be. It doesn't matter if they have magic at their disposal, he'll work with what he can, or what he has to. If he can't do this his way, there was no point in doing it at all. That'd been his decision, when things for his own had threatened to go sideways. Find them and chase them out. He has no interest in seeing them to Ashti, anymore.
It's with his back against an alley corner that he's still and quiet. With the way unapologetic violence wreathes his bones and licks his gut like fire, his early days had given him an invaluable skill. It did well for rats to learn to sneak before their teeth grew in, after all. The fact that no one would peg him for it works in his favor. All he needs is the right moment to move.
Mouth pressed into a thin line, breathing careful and controlled, he doesn't make a sound though footsteps are clattering through the alleyway long cleared by threat of illness and injury. The air fluctuates. He tastes embers in his teeth.
TAKASUGI.
It's with his back against an alley corner that he's still and quiet. With the way unapologetic violence wreathes his bones and licks his gut like fire, his early days had given him an invaluable skill. It did well for rats to learn to sneak before their teeth grew in, after all. The fact that no one would peg him for it works in his favor. All he needs is the right moment to move.
Mouth pressed into a thin line, breathing careful and controlled, he doesn't make a sound though footsteps are clattering through the alleyway long cleared by threat of illness and injury. The air fluctuates. He tastes embers in his teeth.
Magic? ]