OOC: Flamel can do a lot of damage in this fight. Link in sig.

BIC:

“I told you to bring the money Creed,” said a cloaked man. He leaned in the shadow of a nearby building, his brown cloth robe flapping about in the wind. He may as well have been dealing with the devil.

“Give me what I came for first,” replied Flamel. He stood with his hands jammed in his pockets, his face devoid of his usual twisted smirk. His yellow eyes rested on the cloaked man, watching for any hostile movement.

“Fine, here’s the damn rock.” The cloaked man tossed a green colored stone to Creed. Flamel inspected the perfectly oval object, finding that it had been polished quite a bit. Zygoth would pay him quite a bit for the stone…

Creed stuffed the rock in his pocket and started to go about on his way when he felt something jabbing him in the back. The cloaked man had quite a badly forged sword poking the Master of Explosives’ back. Flamel sighed and turned to face his soon-to-be assailant.

“Would you rather die now, or later?” he asked. The madman rested his hand on the flat end of the cloaked man’s sword. He could feel several bumps here and there, obvious signs that the sword had been hastily made that morning.

The cloaked man was no fool however, as he quickly pulled his sword back and raised it above his head for a downward swipe. What he hadn’t realized was that Flamel had held onto it long enough. The metal weapon exploded above his head, sending shards of metal into his skull.

“Idiot,” muttered Flamel. He couldn’t help but revert to his usual twisted smirk upon seeing the cloaked man’s body hit the ground. Not only was Zygoth going to pay him quite a bit for the stone, he was also going to pay him extra for killing a rival artifact collector.

Just at that moment a scream pierced through the air. Creed’s smirk was replaced by a look of confusion as he looked back and forth, scanning the immediate area for whoever had seen the murder. Of course, he saw nobody.

“It seems I’m not the only one with a taste for death tonight,” the madman thought. “I may as well see what all the fuss is about. Maybe I can find something better to kill than this ass.”

Creed walked over to a nearby building, inspecting it for a gutter. When he found it he quickly grabbed the part that drained water onto the ground, propelling himself upwards. Before he had the chance to fall, he grabbed it and again flung himself upwards.

Within seconds he was on the roof. A dark figure was darting from roof to roof just a few meters away, definitely something Creed would enjoy blowing to bits. He smiled his smirk yet again, silently remarking to himself about how he wasn’t exactly picky about blowing things up.

The madman quickly ran in pursuit of the dark figure…

OOC: Sorry for the quality of this post. I’ve been low on CJ’s lately…