Warehouse District
The calm was shattered by the sounds of yelling and boots stomping on the concrete. Out of an alleyway just ahead and to the right of the A-Files team darted a young boy wearing a leather coat, his footsteps creating large splashes in the puddles.
"Target is fleeing! Swarm! Swarm!" a woman's voice bellowed from deeper within the alley.
"I've got him!" a man yelled soon after. Soon after the boy exited the alley, a larger shape soared through the air and brutally rammed into the child. A heavyset man in red armor slammed the two into the ground, sounds of struggle ringing through the air as the scene devolved into a flury of wild kicks, punches, and biting. "He's resisting! Get me backup- AAAGH!"
The street went quiet as the armored man slowly reached to his left flank, where the boy had sunken a dagger to the hilt. Through the slits in the man's helmet one could see a look of utter shock. The boy had the same look as well, as if he were unused to the act. However, just as quickly as the eerie calm had taken over the area around them, the chaos resumed.
Screaming ferally, blue eyes now full of flame, the leather-clad boy shoved his attacker off of him. It was so sudden that despite his best efforts, the knight couldn't prevent the child from scrambling up to straddle across his torso, knife raised above his head. Still bellowing like a cornered animal, the boy brought the dagger down through the knight's chest plate.
Then again.
And again.
Three times. Four. Seven. Ten.
So much that the knight's blood began to splatter onto the front of his coat, across his face, and onto his leather gauntlets. He was only snapped out of his blood-lust by the cracking of rifles. Crying out, he dove away from the corpse as bullets began to slam into it. That's when the child seemed to notice Tsubei and her team. Half running, half crawling, he made his way to them and fell in front of them, looking up at the Neko.
He couldn't have been older than 15. He looked like he hadn't bathed in days, his whole body covered with dirt and grime, cuts, and bruises, and now the blood of the knight. His odd, reptilian eyes were ringed with darkness, denoting a lack of sleep. His long hair was a disheveled mess.
However, despite the fact that he was a child and looked like a lost, abused puppy, he wasn't entirely helpless it seemed. Aside from the knife, he wore a revolver on his hip and a large-caliber rifle on his back.
"H-Help me!" he pleaded silently just as a squad of five more red-clad knights stormed out of the alley, rifles at the ready. Letting out a little cry, the child crawled behind the team and hid.