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The lightening was dodged, and lured Shadow's attention away from the Girl Of White. She teleported away from the aim of the fire and ice as well. Upon seeing the source of the attacks, she smirked. " A new character amongst us?" She laughs, teleporting once more as she dodged the charge. Now, above in the sky... she watched as The Fool entered the scene as well. It was for his continuous rude behavior towards her did she give him this name. The newcomer looked to him, assuming he meant her. Using their conversation as distraction, she teleported once more. This time, behind the Girl Of White. She moved her scythe against her neck, jerking her up to stand.

"Such a fuss this has become..." She growls, tightening her grip against her..... though now closer to Shadow then Snow desired, she truly saw her black skin and how the cuts in her clothing was self-inflicted.

" Do not underestimate my blade... it will not fade, for it is my blade from within my shadow. I can end her life, unless you lend over your ear and listen....." She growled with a pause, looking to the newcomer and the Fool. " This is to be my tale... my story to discover the woman's... she has stole from me and I come to collect. Yet, once more, all of you interfere. I grow tired of this...." She spat, her ruby upon her mask beginning to glow brighter with each word. With it, her topaz as well. Her scythe drew closer to Snows neck, and it was clear she would easily harm her if anyone came close....

" I'm well aware you're in the process of saving the wrench, bring her back to me to make things more simple... I'll release my clench.... Otherwise, you visit the temple for two funerals. Hers, and whomsoever helps that wrench." Shadow stated boldly, laying down a deal she could agree to.

The creature now sat on the roof as an ordinary shadow. Weak from battle, it could not return to solid form unless help from its Mistress. Yet, it also grew aware how upset the Mistress would be if she discovered its failure. The shadow moved onto the floor... knowing now it had to acquire the woman! The shadow looked with no eyes, yet darkness. Cities meant tall buildings, after all.. tall buildings casting many shadows. It wasn't too long before they would step on a shadow and not realize that the shadow would then locate them instantly. A chase soon evident..

The woman awoke eventually... her hand going to her head slowly. A major headache....but as she came out of it, she opened her eyes to see someone carrying her. " Who...Who are you?" She managed to say, looking up towards him. Yet, her eyes distracted as she swore she could see movement behind them. " I don't believe... this.." She mumbles, looking closer... the movement actually a shadow! A shadow running at them like a snake against the flat surface. "I'm awfully sorry...but, it appears to be a shadow is chasing us!" She quickly warns, pointing out so he could see it as well.

After his incident in the prison weight room, Salvador was sent to solitary confinement. The incarcerated merc didn't care either way. It kept him away from the annoying racial gangs who clung together in some attempt to emphasize racial dominance over one another.

Salvador detested such behavior. He found it utterly pointless, even self-defeating. Gangs of closed racial groups banding together because they believed one was better than the other. In the merc's mind, the only "dominant race" was the smart one, and the smart one didn't comprise of one ethnicity.

Inside the merc's cell, he pondered about his past and future. He remember exactly how he got here, and why. Mr. O. This then brought him back to his interrogation with Detective Craft in the city jail, before Salvador was sent to prison. Salvador remembered it as if it only happen an hour ago.

The merc sat in a dimly lit room, handcuffed to a bolted metal table. He had been stripped of all his remaining equipment; his most prized revolver and the metal helmet he wore. At the moment, he was waiting for whatever big shot was assigned to interrogating him.