Connor Talon
Connor smirked some as he rounded the corner with the lowlie gang on his tail. There were five but he had alread taken care of two of them and since there was a bit of time to kill, pardon the pun, he thought it would be fun to play with the last three a bit. It wouldn't be for too long though just long enough to let them think they really take him down and get away. Come on he was a blackwing did they really think it was that simple?
Smirk still in place he led them toward the dark alley where he knew his best friend Dean would be waiting then stopped at the end where he carelessy twirled what looked to be his last throwing knife absentmindedly.
"Huh three left. I dont know what i'm going to do seeing as I'm only prepared for one more." He replied. He really didn't know how people like them got on his hitlist but he wasn't going to question it.