Benit enters Talon's office room. "We've got three more members who have gone missing this week."

  "Do we have any new info about last week's?" Talon runs his hand through his hair as he studies a map and numerous missing persons posters.

  "We found one of them-"

  "That's great news! Maybe they know some-" Talon interjects looking up at Benit with new found energy.

  "- Dead." Benit stops Talon before his disappointment grows too much.

  "O-oh, that's very unfortunate." He looks down at the posters. "Well, there might still be something the body can tell us." He stands up from his table and gestures for Benit to follow as he leaves.

  Talon and Benit stand over a bloody corpse within the forest. "I don't think an animal could make gashes like these." Talon turns the body face up examining all the graphic wounds. "I heard someone ran into another body like this in town." He stands up and wipes the blood off his hand.

  "I've got a decent idea of what's going on, and you won't like my solution for it." Talon starts making his way back to town, as Benit is left confused.

  "What does that mean? Hey, Talon, why don't I like your solution!?" Benit chases after Talon trying to question him.

  Benit stands alone in the dark streets of the town at night. "Why are you making me do this, I don't like it!" Benit starts yelling towards one of the buildings.

  "Shut up, and act like you were wandering the streets." Talon pokes his head out from behind a rooftop.

  "Easy for you to say, I'm not used to acting, or being out this late." Benit mutters to himself with a pout. "I really hope nothing is actually gonna happen." He sighs deeply before complying with Talon's plan.

  A few hours pass, the night is nearly pitch black, the only light is from the radiant moon bleeding through the cloudy sky.

  From the corner of his eye talon notices a figure on the roof across the street. The figure speeds towards Benit, Talon jumps into action. "Got ya."

  "T-talon!" Benit watches the figure close in towards him.

  Talon slides between the two as he draws his dagger. He's caught off guard as the pursuer quickly upper cuts him with a claw like weapon.

  "No! Talon!" Benit watches in helpless terror as Talon falls to the ground.

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  The figure, adorned in a white cloak and wielding two giant clawed blades, approaches Benit.

  "Hold it." The figure stops, turning around they see Talon, his mask shredded to pieces around his neck, and scars litter his face. "Now you've done it."

  "Benit, go get the others." Talon raises his dagger in front of himself.

  "But, what about you?" Benit clenches his fist, hesitating from his concern.

  "I can handle him. Just go!" The wind blows through Talon's hair, as the cloaked figure watches curiously.

  Benit, filled with Talon's confidence, turns and begins to run. The figure pursues until Talon catches their claw with his dagger.

  "I believe we still have something to settle." Talon shoves the figure back.

  "It appears so." The figure gets an evil grin on their face

  "What's with this guy?" Talon takes a step back, as he thinks to himself.

  "Seeing your face makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Thinking about how that will be all over you, I can't contain my excitement." The figure finally shows their face, a young man with short white hair and icy blue eyes.

  "If I may ask Mr. killer-"

  "Please, call me silver." The young man lunges at Talon.

  "Okay, silver, why did you start hunting people in this town?" Talon redirects Silver's attack using his dagger.

  "Well, I got the news that three people were killed in some alley. The weird part is they died in vastly different ways. And as luck would have it the big man himself sent me here to investigate." Silver explains himself as he continues to fight Talon.

  "He just wants to make sure the dragon isn't making a reappearance. And since I don't know who killed those men, I'll just have to massacre everyone!" Silver's blood thirsty grin resurfaces, Talon's eyes widen as sweat drips down his face.

  Talon snaps himself out of it, and reinforces his determination to defeat Silver.

  "I admit, your skilled, but can you fight without your eyes?" Silver back-steps as he disengaged from Talon.

  "You won't be able to get close enough to find that out." Talon flourishes his dagger, waiting for Silver to attack.

  "Actually, I don't need to." A mist starts flowing from Silver, quickly enveloping the street the two are fighting on.

  "What in the-" Talon is in shock from the sudden and thick fog that Silver created.

  "It's a shame though, since I can't watch you be torn to ribbons." His voice dances around Talon. "I suppose I’ll have to be satisfied by the end results." He strikes from within the fog, slashing Talon across the back.

  "When the rest of your body matches your face, isn't that just a beautiful thought?" With the next strike Talon trips, his shaky arms catch his fall.

  "A-a mask?" Talon finds a half face mask resembling the beak of a rooster. His curiosity fades as he takes the mask and puts it over his scar cluttered face. "That's a shame since it'll be the last time you see my face!" He stands back up with defiant energy.

  Silver is silent as he attacks Talon, this time with more force.

  Talon easily blocks the attack as if he knew Silver's movements. "How did I do that?" Talon wonders what is going on as he begins to feel more sensitive to the wind.