[u]Lumen Solis – Lux – 2346 hours[/u] The boy was prowling once more, weaving through the streets of the busiest district in the City of Lights; the district that never slept. His pale blond hair was drenched in sweat, plastered to his forehead, his pale skin. The boy sprinted through the crowds, his head constantly looking over his shoulder. He was being chased, yet again, for things he'd done in the past. Terrible things, that he still had nightmares about. The sprint continued until the boy finally turned into an alleyway, hiding behind a large, rectangular garbage container. There was no way to shake them off. That only left him one thing to do... and he didn't want to do it, but alas. The sinister rune on his right forearm glowed crimson. He grit his teeth as agony flowed through him, and a sword of bone and leather formed in his right hand. That was when three men rounded the corner, each holding a pistol of some sorts. "Luna," Ike desperately whispered. It was a spell in the tome given to him by his mentor, Alonfé. The thought of dying before their next lesson made Ike shiver; what if the man, who showed such kindness to Ike, were to be forced to wait... and wait... and wait...? He shook his head. That couldn't happen. After whispering the word, a formation of a shadowy, inky black substance formed in his left hand. It gave off a chilling, dark aura, creepily unnatural. He waved his hand and it became a shield of some sorts. Before he rushed out to face the men, he recalled the lessons of his other mentor, Charlia. In swordsmanship. He ran through the motions in his head, and finally nodded to himself. Ike rushed out from behind the garbage, holding the shield out between him and the men. They would immediately fire, bullets flying towards the shield. As they struck the inky substance, they would disintegrate completely. He made strafing runs with the shield held out until the men ran out of ammo. Then it was straightforward from there. The first of the three was first stabbed in the abdomen, before Ike twirled and pulled the sword out, his left hand forcing the man over so he could impale the blade through the back of his neck. Crimson dust seemed to leave the corpse, being absorbed into Ike–life force. His eyes became crimson, no longer their original icy blue. He immediately turned towards the next man, stabbing him in through the heart and using him as a meat shield, tanking the bullets from the final man. Once he was force to reload, Ike dropped the body and body slammed the man into the wall, his left hand holding him by his chest while his right impaled the man straight through the Adam's Apple with his blade. The aggressors had been slain. Gasping for breath, Ike fell to the ground, body now drenched in blood. Luckily, the festival was too bright and loud for the encounter to have drawn any attention... or so Ike thought.