Damian was walking through New York's "Ghetto District" when he thought he heard a squishy sound. He ignored it and continued. He had just went to the store to get some chips when he realized he had walked into a dead end. That was unlike him, he was usually concious of where he was walking. He dismissed the thought and turned around. There were 4 men, 1 with a gun - 3 with knives. They obviously intended on mugging the man with the chips. They were mistaken.

One of the men, a very rash one presumably the leader , pointed his gun as the 3 others charged Damian with knives. The leader shot as two of the others slashed at him. The bullet was re-directed by telekinesis into the non-moving attackers head. The two who were attempting to kill him were pushed into the Alley's walls at 100 mph. They died on impact and the other died instantly of his bullet wound. The one holding the gun looked terrified as if he had seen a ghost. Damian kept his face emotionless and took his gun with telekinesis. He then pistol-whipped the man to knowck him unconcious and levitated him onto the roof across the street. He would awaken in about 30 minutes. It was then that Damian heard the sound behind him and knew there were 5 others hiding in the shadows.

((ooc-sorry it's short...all my muse has gone missing))

Skoliro looked down at the scene from the grimy roof top above, barely able to control himself. He had wandered out of the mansion seeking a meal that the mutants could only provide with their lives. The smell of fresh blood wafted up to him, causing his mouth to water and his tongue to move over his lips simultaneously. He smiled, seeing that there were five more to be had.

Damian cursed himself mentally for not being aware of his surroundings. He was trained in things like this for a reason. He turned his head slightly and saw with his peripheral vision that there were five more, each with a knife and he could tell that they weren't trained very well except one of them. The leader of this group seemed to be trained very well.....probably been doing this for a long time. Damian decided to be nice and give these guys a chance; no powers.

He bent down into a crouch and spun his leg around to sweep two of them of their feet. He then stood up and gave another a karate kick. Mawashigeri also known as Round-House Kick to be exact. So there he was with the three weakest members of the group on the ground. He drop kicked each one in the face then turned to the other two. The 4th ran at him with 2 knives and Damian did two outer blocks to get the knives away. He winced as one of the knifes cut his forearm, then head-butted the man in the face. That drove his nose into his head and killed him. Damian kicked the 4 grounded men away and turned to the Leader.

The leader laughed and paced forwards slowly. Damian felt his foot touch one of the dead man's knives and he manuvered it to sit on top of his foot. Damian then employed a tactic he always used. He looked away for a brief second purposely, though it looked habitual. The leader took his chance and ran forward at the distracted, unarmed Damian. Damian kicked up his foot and caught the knife as it flew through the air. He moved to the side when the leader was moving too fast to change direction and made one slice to the caratid artery in the neck. There was a big squirt of blood and the leader fell to the ground dead. Damian went through each man's pocket and found large sums of cash. About $1000 in total. He pocketed the money and looked up at the moon, now shining full and bright.

As he looked up, Dmaian saw a figure perched on the rooftop. This wasn't the man he put on a roof, he was across the street. Damian smirked and waved his hand. The man would be pushed off the roof, Damian wanted to see what he would do. If nothing, he'd stop the fall inched above the ground.

OOC: No problem about the writer's block. We all get it. I pushed you off the roof so you would fly and we'd know we were both mutants. It jumpstarted our acquaintence.

ooc-ugh, still no muse...

Skoliro frowned as the fifth and final human prey was slashed open, his blood pouring over the ground. He had hoped to have been the one to do that. But now the only prey left was the mutant, and that wouldn't be very great for his new friendships.
Skoliro knew the man was a mutant, his now heightened senses could pick up the scent of his blood, even though it was still concealed in it's original package. He was in hunting mode, and if he didn't feed soon it would take over his thought process and he would kill the first thing that smelled of life. But suddenly he felt himself falling from the roof, and he realized that the man was now smirking. Skoliro smirked back, knowing now that he must reveal himself as a fellow mutant. It hadn't been what he planned, but this way would be much more fun.
He had barely fallen a foot when he spread his wings, his silhouette a now menacing figure of a giant bat.

Damian recoiled in shock and lost his telekinetic hold on the creature. He took a step backwards and fell over a corpse. He scolded himself and his face was a mask of pure horror. Damian decided there was only one thing he could do to protect himself against this. He made a weird gargling sound and had acid being produced in his body. He was ready to defend himself with his deadly weapon if necessary.

Damian then suttered backwards into the wall and pulled himself up. From there he looked up at the shape and saw it was a humanoid with bat wings. He tried to push the thought of danger out of his head and started putting telekinetic barriers around himself. He also pulled the gun over to him with his powers. He had Acid, a gun, and barriers. Hopefully this thing wasn't bulletproof.

((ooc-my muse is returning to me slowly, and I typed this on word so it should be better))
Skoliro could feel the sudden change in the mutant’s mood. He could hear his blood coursing faster through his veins, every breath was closer to the last, and the way he stumbled in the dark unmasked his lack of confidence. To top all that his face wasn’t hiding anything, and Skoliro could see it clearly even with the blackness of the night. His fear was almost too much for the bat mutant; it was all he could do to not just rush down and drain him dry. He decided though, he would have a quick word with him.
With almost unexpected grace Skoliro flew down and perched atop a filthy dumpster. He was crouching toward the man, the leg nearest to the wall bent. Pulling one hand from the gunk on the dumpster he rested it on the bent knee and absent-mindedly ran his tongue over his fangs. Normally he would have gotten closer, but this night was defiantly not a night for closeness. But now that he was nearer he could pick up another scent, something toxic, something that would not taste very good. He blinked at the last half of that thought; typically he didn’t think about what some random thing he smelled would taste like. Of course Skoliro was in fact in hunting mode, and the stench of the still warm blood distracted him from further fear of himself.

{Good. We need that Muse to course through your veins. }

Damian was scared. The thing, which he now guessed was a mutant because it looked human enough. Probably just a bad mutation. This made Damian calm down a bit and his face returned to a normal, emotionless mask. "Wh-What's your name and what do you want?" Damian said, studdering at the beginning and scolding himself for it. He then started producing more acid in his body, hoping the toxic smell would frighten the mutant or dusuade it from eating him. He then inhaled through his nose and smelt blood. When he looked down he saw that the dead man was in a puddle of blood. He winced and turned back to the mutant with a look that said: Pfft!

Skoliro breathed in, enjoying the scent of the blood. He knew if he were even to glance down at the corpses he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and the mutant would loose his life, so he tried his hardest to keep eye contact with him. "Wh-What's your name and what do you want?” He had to suppress a laugh at this, such a casual question for such a dire situation.
The mutant’s face was expressionless, but Skoliro knew better. He was tense, and sweat was starting to bead on his face. The mutant looked down at one of the corpses, and Skoliro had to look up into the dark to avoid attacking. It was pitch black out now, the sky had been full of clouds the whole time, and one was passing over the moon at that very moment. When he looked back down the mutant’s expression was one more like him being too good for all of it. Skoliro laughed out loud this time. It was his usual seductive chuckle and it, soon followed up with his velvet voice, seemed so out of place.
My name? Why that’s an easy one; Skoliro. My wants? Well, tonight all I need is blood.
With the word blood his face twisted into his fang-filled crooked smile, which, due to the lack of light, seemed like it would be followed up by a blood-curdling scream or the death of the comic relief.

Damian shuddered when he heard what the creature wanted. "Well, I'm Damian, and I prefer water." he said with a quick smile then returned his face to the emotionless mask and was still quivering. He gripped the gun and strengthened his barriers. He was ready for anything....or was he.

OOC: Sorry, writers-block

Skoliro watched as his potential prey quivered and quaked. "Well, I'm Damian, and I prefer water.” It could be very easy; all he had to do was distract him while the creatures of the night crept around him and positioned themselves to hold him down. He just had to keep talking….but then again, that would be no fun…maybe he could just pounce unexpectedly, catching the mutant, what had he called himself? Oh yes, Damian in an immensely ‘human’ moment. Yes….that would do nicely. He moved ever-so-slow, attempting to gradually crouch into a very cat like pose, but as he did the heart-shaped locket bounced on his chest and Skoliro stopped abruptly, his eyes growing wide.
Mother?
He said to himself, astonished,
Mother? What is it? Do you not want me to kill this one? You know there’s no other way for me to stop...
Very rarely did he ever have a conversation like the one he was having at that time. It only happened when he was in the worst state of mind, a full on predator.