[b]On the way their he could have sworn someone was literally right next to him but if he turned to look they vanished[/b]

He shrugged it off and kept running, if it was a threat he'd deal with it

[b]The wind picked up an eerie howl that began distorting his senses making the path ahead all too clear to follow, a menacing glow of red light at the end of his tunneling vision seemed to challenge him. It was a race[/b]

He didn't give a shit about a race, only firing a ziplone over to two separate buildings and went on the left one, leaving the rooftops and was now on ground level

[b]a few seconds later a man wearing all black sprinted toward him and drop kicked with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs, a slice appeared on the sack nearly splitting it open[/b] You know next time you decide to rob a man don't leave evidence behind [b]The man threw a bloody arrow to his feet and brushes the black cloak out of the way of his left arm, he was holding a white handled katana that was resting in a black sheath with yellow ribbon in place of a sageo[/b] Try anything that will cause harm to either of us and the story telling gets cut short [spoiler]The sageo is a decoration with silk ribbon on a katana's saya[/spoiler]