Raven Kenn
In a gust of wind and a flash of electricity, a man stood paralyzed... then fell onto the concrete. Dead.The man looked like a perfectly average citizen of Nexus. Plain tees, jeans, a friendly face, but any Loki would be a fool to fall for that trick.
Raven Kenn knew that the man he had just killed was an Odin, an Invalid hunter. And they all deserved to die.
But truth be told, Raven wouldn't have known that the man was an Odin if it weren't the Odin's careless mistake. Three days ago, he had seen the same man following him. Suspicious, Raven turned and entered an alley, then teleported to the roof of a building. He observed as the man tried to follow, and quietly laughed to himself as he looked around in confusion. Then the Odin pressed something behind his year and whispered something. Such a careless fool, he was.
Raven looked down on the corpse for a moment, burned the shirt off of the torso, then seared a symbol of two wings on the flesh. This way, the other Odins would know who had killed their man: a Loki, who they were hunting down.
Raven smiled at the irony and left the city's electric facility. It was such a perfect place to kill.