This wasn't good...this wasn't good at all. He could still feel the dread coursing through his veins as the meister that was hunting him down continued her pursuit for his corrupted soul. The lanky criminal of Death City gazed behind him, the dreary darkness of the alley way painting the path behind him in it's shadows but doing little to conceal the sound of hurried footsteps that grew louder and louder with each passing second. Like a laser guided missle, she was coming...coming to destroy him and feed his soul to her weapon.
Yes...he was all to familiar with that weapon of hers...a scythe as it was and just as deadly as the one Lord Death himself wielded. Looking to his arm, her saw the vacancy of where his arm would have been, his blood still dropping from the ghastly wound that would have been fatal for humans to sustain and run around with. This vagabond was no human, more like a monster of sorts, similar to the man with the magic eye...but lacking the rather handy power of immortality and the physical prowess of a werebeast. "Shit." The one armed man cursed under his breath, jetting into an ally way only to see that it was a grave error to have chosen that path for what stood before him was a dead end...in both senses as it would be.
"Sandfly..." A feminine voice rang out behind him, the cornered man turning around to see no one else but Maka standing at the only avaliable exit her large scythe shining ominously in the moonlight. "Nowhere to run, or hide. Your soul is mine!" The young girl was, in many senses of the word, petite and never the kind of person would expect to be highly dangerous and effective at hunting souls of the villainous. Unfortunately for Sandfly...she was very effective at her job as a meister and was to demonstrate why or rather had already demonstrated given how he was missing an arm.
There was nowhere to go, nowhere to give him salvation from the judgement her scythe would exact upon him. He was, as the youngersters would say 'boned'. Maka Albarn, as she was known to many on the streets of Death City, was a serious threat to both witches and monsters such as himself. Her wavelength alone granted her a scream advantage over them and now...it was going to claim yet another victim now...
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