... two people can play at that game. "Oh boy, I already don't like you," The girl groaned, bringing her hand up to the holding the knife. Before the man could react, the girl had already pulled herself out of his grip, using a hand placed on his shoulder to twirl up, flipping, before landing sitting on the man's shoulders, both daggers in her hands with their crisscrossed in front of the man's neck. "Vigilantes like you are the reason nobody can live happily," She growled, before whispering a quiet prayer. The prayer ended with "and may Rias watch over us all", and ice formed on the girl's left hand. It crept from her hand up to freeze the entirety of the man's face, before the woman finally jumped off his shoulders, sending a quick kick to his back and knocking him on the ground.

"I'm not a vigilante." [b]The voice came from behind her. It was a different man, with hair that was as brown as an oak tree and eyes of the finest blue. He looked wealthy, a finely trimmed beard and custom tailored suit being just some of the distinctions that separated him from the rest of the slums[/b] "I am no one." [b]He sent a torrent of ice toward her, walking forward with a smile on his face. He drew his sword, which glowed a faint blue[/b] [spoiler]Reference is most certainly intentional[/spoiler]

"You're not no one, you're an edgy bitch acting like an egocentric thirteen year old, or have been watching too much Game of Thrones recently," She would respond after whispering another prayer. This prayer would surround her left hand in pitch black flames with white edges, dark smoke rising off her arm. Her ignited hand struck the ground, a massive inferno melting the ice before it could reach her. She twirled, ribbons of flame following her hand as she did so. She didn't know what this man could do, and that was a bad thing–and as such, she was not being too offensive.

"Then what does that make you?" [b]He sent another wave of ice toward the girl, smiling as he walked towards her and the fire she conjured. Nothing seemed to matter to him, no snarky comments or insults, no flame, no circumstance. Nothing. It seemed odd, worrying almost. But it didn't matter, did it? Of course not. He just kept on walking[/b]

"I'm just somebody that wants to live, and help others out on occasion." Her expression showed disgust, disgust with how the man acted. Started by jumping to conclusions, and continued to act annoyingly edgy. "Keep on walking, then. Have fun." She turned tail, and dashed around a corner into an alleyway. A completely silent prayer was said, and the girl's body faded out of existence–in reality, she had simply gone invisible. The invisible would also hide her from sonar, thermal vision, and masked her sound completely. For all the man knew, she was gone.

[b]He stopped walking, and his smile faded. If she could still see him, the man had brought out dagger and stabbed himself in the heart. He shattered into a thousand pieces that simply blew into the wind. Once she was far enough away from where he used to stand, the girl came upon a wounded woman propped up against a wall[/b] "Help..." [b]She cried out weakly, hoping for someone to answer. She had hair that was as black as night, and eyes that were as brown as the girl who first saw her. Dying[/b]

The girl was still invisible. She looked over at the woman, thinking–this was too much of a coincidence. Two wounded people in one night? A random edgy attacker that can make himself look like other people? Na. She wasn't falling for this. Staying invisible, she continued on, invisibly sticking her middle finger out at the woman–not something very religious, in truth.