There was screaming in the streets, and there was the scent of youma in the air.
The fleeing crowd had created a deserted space around the alley entrance, debris and trash scattered about what had been a footpath but moments ago. The city police would surely respond soon, as so many people running would have to raise attention and some would remember to call them about the issue. The story of what exactly the issue was would be muddy, but that wouldn't be reason to slow.
Inside the alley, should any twiggy but courageous souls enter, a large youma, intermixed of goat, frog, and lizard stands, back hunched over. Two of its large hands press downward at something.
Clasped in those youma hands were human hands, wrapped in black fabric. A man, pulsing with the energy of a senshi but strange, was fighting back against the youma, but held largely in stalemate.
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