The hunt begins

Kyron sat inside a small store. The shopkeeper let him borrow a table to set up his games. This was good for him and the shopkeeper as it provided him money, and the shopkeeper an attraction. The shop itself sold tobacco products, the scent of cheap cigars, and cigarettes rolled all over the place, to Kyron the gloom was a good thing as it let him observe people without them noticing him. He was shuffling the deck of cards and looked at the gamblers surrounding him. All intently waiting for him to pass the cards. He smiled and said, "Come now boys, are we not all here to have fun?"

He looked around at the faces and saw them all groan at him. Kyron smiled and thought to himself 'lets see if this employer of mine shows.'

He just had to wait for the shopkeeper to say, "That Crow is pretty loud isn't it?"

Then his employer would say, "Yeah you'd think he is a Joker."

That would be his clue to go up to the shopkeeper and the employer and discuss his job. But for now, he had some gambling to do. He looked at the people surrounding him and he said, "Lets see how the cards fall."

Twirling his kukri around his hands as he watched the guards and smirked as the other people watched. Just as he was about to begin his massacre a vamp sorts swooped in to join the fray. Intrigued by the newcomer he watched him feed and kill a few guards. The vamp spoke, his word seemed to tickle as Gabriel. Replying so quietly on the vamp could hear "by the unlikely chance the could kill me I would wake again as if from a dream."

Breaking into a lunge toward the first guard, as their weapons would colide gabriel seemingly disappears, reappearing beind the guard back to back disembowling him with little effort. Moving through the guards as if they would be standing still the street begings to flood in a river of red as his kukri connect with each guards flesh hitting the juiciest and most blood filled veins. After having counted 1 kills he stops his back to the wall of a building sheathing his weapons cocking his fist back then unleashing it faster than most eyes could see, at full extention a large heavy gust of wind blew all things in the direction of his fist into the air and away frm himself. Speaking to the vamp "be sure a few live to tell this tale"