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Suto sat in the main office of the school tapping away at the computer in front of him. There was so much more time now to focus on what he wanted to do, it was wonderful. For that alone he could be thankful for the holidays even though he didn't celebrate them.

In the time school had been out he had been working on his next big experiment. Mitsu had been a first phase and while he had plans to use her in the future she was of little use at the moment. In all honesty he was surprised she had survived some of the things he had done.

No, now he was focused on the list of students he had potential interest in, and who better than to start with the ones who were a constant thorn in his side. Poke and her friends were near the top of that list but there was one other that ranked number one. Blade Faryn. The thief was constantly sniffing about and it was only a matter of time before he stumbled onto something important. Suto already had his hands full with Neko knowing that the janitor was sneaking around on Hakim's order. He was also interested to know what kind of abilities Blade had obtained since Suto had a bit of a miscalculation with the dosage of medicine he had given him. Only one way to find out......

From the shadows a small creature appeared, a being comprised of a black swirling substance that looked like used oil or tar. It stood upright on two legs like a man but its legs bent in the wrong direction, clawed feet tapping at the ground. Its eyes were blank white voids that stared in no real direction leaving its face rather blank until its mouth cracked open to speak. The black mass that made up its body pulled apart to make its mouth, the opening stretching up around its eyes. It was just as white and void like as its eye sockets leaving one to wonder what the creature really was. An odd sound issued from the being's mouth, something like a chattering screech but Suto gave a nod like he understood.

"So he's out and about is he?" Suto smiled. "I think I have a little surprise in order."

Not far from Blade a body pulled away from the shadows like it had suddenly formed out of nothing. The person in question was covered from head to toe in a darker gray, different straps and other material of different shades helping to break up his form in the shadows. His head was completely covered in a black hood, not even eye holes cut out so that he could see. The only thing that gave way to what this person might be was the gray-white tail that hung behind him. A tail that looked very canine.

Silently the figure moved forward but the sudden crunch of snow alerted him to move faster as he lunged toward the thief. Clawed hands outstretched he reached for Blade's arms to grip them firmly and drag him to the ground. There was no hesitation in this person's step despite the fact it looked like they had no visual aid.

((Hope you don't mind that I use Ginji, if you want Suto only I can change it))

The masked assailant's grip tightened as Blade tried to pry his hands away. He did his best to pin the young thief going against the other's request. Leaning forward the figure gave a short sniff, like that was all the identification he needed before he drew back a hand ice forming along his fingers. It only took a matter of seconds for the ice to form into long spikes that the masked man used to strike downward at Blade's shoulder to pin him to the ground.

((Let you decide it Blade pushes him back or escapes or if the attack hits and how bad it is.))

The kick hadn't moved him much but it was enough for Blade to escape his grasp, the ice spikes striking the ground instead of the thief's shoulder. Without so much as a sound the masked man flexed his fingers breaking the ice away, leaving the spikes where they were. Standing to his feet he turned his head in Blade's direction hearing his voice. The hood masked a great deal of his hearing but he was still able to locate the boy fairly easily.

Instead of answering the question the man brought up a hand, the snow shifting and turning on the ground before large spikes of ice shot up from the ground behind Blade high into the air. One by one the spikes continued to form until they were in a fairly large semi-circle boxing Blade in. Lowering his hand back at his side a long tendril of ice started to form from his palm. Once it was nearly three feet in length he grasped it like a sword and lunged forward swinging his new weapon at Blade's middle.

The crunch of the snow and the echo off the ice wall the masked man had made seemed to aid him in hearing every little movement Blade made. When the thief took a step, the shuffle of his clothing and the moving air alerted the man that he was lifting a leg to kick. Considering the sound of the slight shift the kick wasn't very high so he took the sword he had made of ice and drove it into the ground by his legs. Just as the tip penetrated the ground and stuck, Blade struck it instead of his knee. The ice, while not weak, still managed to crack from the abuse on the verge of shattering.

Feeling the weak point in his weapon the man abandoned it lunging forward with his other hand to land a punch to Blade's head. At this close range the sound of his breathing was enough to let him know the location of which he needed to strike.

Blade's movements were like a well placed alarm. As soon as his fist came toward him the man turned neatly to the side, Blade's fist just barely missing its target. With one hand the man grabbed for Blade's wrist to use the thief's momentum to keep him going in the same direction while he brought up his other arm to drive an elbow into his face. It didn't appear like the man was going to let up any time soon.

Letting go of Blade as his hit made contact he listened as the boy sounded disoriented. Hearing the hand raise the man reached out to grab it while his other hand reached to his side. There were a number of things strapped to him but the item he was after was a small dagger. As he pulled it from the sheath it was apparent it wasn't a blade made of steel but something else. In essence it looked like a giant curved fang, the inside curve having been sharpened to a fine point so that it would not only pierce but cut as well.

Flipping the blade downward he held it tightly in his fist drawing it back with intent. Taking a step toward Blade the man struck toward him, blade coming downward toward the thief's chest.

((If you decide that he dodges this attack that's fine))

The feel of the dagger shifted as it sunk into Blade's flesh. Holding it all the more firmly the masked man started to put pressure on it pushing it downward. "I have a message for you." He said calmly, his voice smooth and almost calming despite the situation. "I've been charged with telling you Merry Christmas and to enjoy your gift." He tugged on the dagger a bit more before releasing it leaving it in place in Blade's chest. Letting go of Blade entirely the man took a step back, his hooded head turning in the direction of the thief to listen for any signs of retaliation.