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Shredder	There are times that heroes are around. Different heroes have different schedules. Most of them, regardless of what they try to claim, have patterns. The Foot Clan keeps track of these patterns. Why? Because they are ninjas. Remaining unseen, and undetected is far better than besting a hero. It's better to simply never encounter them.     The wee hours of the morning are a time when the park should be closed. Usually if someone is here during these hours they are up to no good.     It's a hiking trail that hears the scream at 4am. "Stop it! Get off!" It's the voice of a woman, she sounds frightened. Lit only by moonlight, the struggle is hidden in the wild section of the park, just off to the side of a walking path.
Kit Killovarras	Silence is a useful tool, but so are things like near super-human hearing or the ability to see almost flawlessly in the darkness. Regardless though, heroes do tend to have patterns and this one is certainly no different. The sound of a woman screaming in the park? Yeah, that'll get the 'monster' of the park's attention, though he's been here long enough to know not to rush in. He is a predator in his own right, after all. Typically the aardwolf would be lurking in the darkness, his movements almost perfectly silent as he moves closer, trying to get a look at what he's dealing with in this case and trying to calculate his perfect point of entry into the situation. At least this one is smarter than some heros.
Shredder	The scene that's revealed is one that is rather cliche perhaps in some ways. A brunette with a tight orange top, giving no lack of cleavage is fighting with a man who has her by the wrists. They flails and struggle with no clear victor at the moment. "Get off!" she screams again. She pushes him free, and starts running, only to have the man chase her. He catches her once more, and the struggle resumes.
Kit Killovarras	Yup, there are some things that the Aardwolf can sit back and watch for a moment longer than some, but something like this? Nope. There's a little tilt of his head, a faint pop of his neck before he swipes a hand through the air silently. There's a slight flash of violet as four blades of pure energy suddenly manifest from his claw tips as they drag through the air, flying at the would-be attacker with what seems like a will of their own. The majority of the blades fly past, only grazing close enough to cut the mans clothing a little, but one of them? One of them flies strait past his face! As the attacker gets what is likely a very good look at a razor sharp blade of energy, the Aardwolf makes his presence known with a simple, "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to grab people?" as he steps into view. Normally he'd be wearing a darkly colored hoodie and baggy black jeans which he's normally use to conceal himself, but he's not trying to be unseen here. He stands his full six foot six, though with the fur along the back of his head and neck up? He looks closer to 6'10" and could easily be mistaken for a werewolf by someone unfamiliar with his species. The hood that he normally wears to conceal himself is worn down, revealing his often terrifying animalistic features; including those all too sharp looking fangs of his.
Shredder	The attacker flinches backward as the blades slice his clothing and draw blood across his cheek. He spins toward the initial attack with what might be described as mild surprise. He doesn't look terrified as some might upon seeing this sight. more apprehensive and ready. The woman's demeanor changes as well. She also doesn't seem to be frightened.     "Hi there," the man says, a ready fighting stance. "Nice night, isn't it?" The woman seems suddenly unafraid. She doesn't flee, but instead takes a similar ready stance to the man.
Kit Killovarras	There's a moment of realization in the Aardwolf's eyes as he gives a little chuckle and muses, "Nice set-up.." with a little tilt of his head. There is an obvious change in his stance, though he doesn't look like he's about to fight exactly.. His paws are in front of him by only a little, fingers open and palms exposed. His claws are glowing and his arms start to crackle with what looks like the same kind of energy that the blades were made of. Suddenly, a couple dozen stones lift off the ground surrounding the entirety of the group, hovering and ready to strike at the will of whatever possesses them. "Wanna explain..?" he adds, though this time it sounds a little less amused and a little more.. Growly.
Shredder	The two stay poised, ready to dodge any incoming attacks. From behind, a new voice speaks. "I will explain." The voice is close, within striking distance even. Behind Kit is The Shredder. Fully adorned in his armor, the Master of the Foot clan stands quietly and casually, His stance is not as guarded as the two who were used as a lure. "I have to say, I'm mildly surprised to recognize the hellhound of Central Park."
Kit Killovarras	The stones don't stop levitating, the energy doesn't stop flowing and Kit doesn't seem too terribly shocked at the new voice. It isn't the first time he's been ambushed, though it's the first time for him that the ones doing it are so willing to talk instead of simply getting to the mayhem. "Hellhound of Central Park..." he repeats after a moment with a little chuckle. "I like it. So who are you?" He's not striking for the moment, but he's still poised to at the drop of a pin and it shows as the violet energy surrounding his arms crackles and dances from his shoulders, up the fur of his spine.
Shredder	"I'm not in the habit of telling people things they already know," the Shredder responds directly. "You know who runs the underground of this city. The only question remains whether you know why I am here." The voice doesn't move. He's standing still, perhaps six feet behind Kit, but he is stable in his tone, his heartbeat is quiet and steady, all the concern of a person who is reading a children's book.
Kit Killovarras	Kit keeps his attention for a moment on the two who had originally gained it, studying them for a moment. "If either of you moves, I won't miss.." he tells them in a rather cold tone and to emphasize this? Just one of the stones that's levitating fires off and strikes the ground between the two's feet. It only sounds like a twenty-two going off, but it's still loud enough to emphasize the power he can put behind them. Then the yeen turns to face the man in the tin can, studying his armor for a moment before he tilts his head a little. "Depends on how smart you are." he says with a quiet chuckle and a toothy little grin. "You're either here to try and kill me like everyone else who pulls this sort of shit has, or you want to negotiate something. So which is it?" Yeah, he's the 'strait to the point' type when he's in the park at night. It's worth noting that, even though Kit's fur is raised and for all intents and purposes, he looks ready for battle. He's still calm enough to maintain the dozens of stones levitating around him fairly effortlessly and even control them on a whim.
Shredder	"If I wanted to kill you I would not have announced my presence," the Shredder answers. "You have a unique skill set, yet you squander it upsetting the balance of this city's necessary unlit activities. Activities that have the goal of protecting far more than this city. I'm not one to waste such talents if it can be prevented." He narrows his eyes. "I presume you've kept up with the news reports lately. The ballistic strikes that have peppered the world?"
Kit Killovarras	There's a little shrug at the mention of a 'unique skill set' and muses, "No different than any other Magi, I'm just more willing to use it." as he studies the mans armor, finishing the thought off with a simple, "Hell of a suit." There's a momentary pause as he takes in what the man has been saying, then sighs and nods ever so slightly. "Yeah, I've heard of them.." and just like that? His voice betrays him. There's pain in those words and not something slight. His demeanor doesn't change though and he straitens himself up a little as he explains, "As for me disrupting the 'unlit activities' as you called it? I hunt rapists, muggers and murderers. I tried to live in peace here a year ago and for how I look? I was constantly jumped by the local gangs." the sound of his hatred practically dripping off each word. Someone did something terrible to this creature, of that there is no doubt, but who and what would be anyone's guess.
Shredder	"You seek purpose in deeds," Shredder says, not commenting on his opinion of the armor. "But with no family to rely upon, it's empty. You are despised by people you protect. I'm not coming to negotiate. I'm coming to give you an opportunity. You can continue with your singular efforts until one day you make a mistake that you do not walk away from, or you can be part of something larger that can have a real impact. You may not favor what the Foot Clan stands for, but we have brought more crime to an end than you have. More than any hero can claim. But now that must be tabled. The human race is being invaded, and the incompetence of the world stage is revealed as they flounder helplessly to seek an answer."     He pauses, regarding Kit carefully. "Do you want to be part of something more? Or do you wish to die in Central Park, likely not even a priority story in the paper?"
Kit Killovarras	There's a scoff as that toothy grin widens and Kit very bluntly states, "You're about a year too late to recruit." as he thumbs the edge of his hood, partially revealing a ringed X sewn into the inside of the garments neckline. "But, that doesn't mean I'm not willing to hear you out." With that, his ears perk forward, towards the Shredder. He'll still be able to hear the people behind him, he's still on high alert, but he's putting more focus on the one doing the actual talking.
Shredder	The others behind him seem to be relaxing their stances slightly, though still at the ready. The Shredder's smile can't be seen, as thin as it is and as covered by the mask. "I see, which is why you come out here alone," he comments. "Because you have people you trust at your side." His own stance relaxes a little. "But your school, or superhero team, or whatever they like to call themselves, they aren't focused on this threat. If you want a world to rescue from itself, you must first rescue it from its outside threats. If you want to fight to your demise after it, that's your choice. But it doesn't seem that self-proclaimed heroes will be the ones to save the world this time."
Kit Killovarras	There's a slow sway of the aardwolf's tail as he listens, one ear folding to the side as he muses, "Trust me, I'm never alone." he says as a book suddenly pulls its way effortlessly out of the belly pocket of his hoodie and opens itself, revealing one of the final pages in it and the blackened, arcane symbol covering the page. At the center of the symbol are seven different names, one of them being the name of a rather old Kami. The book snaps closed after a moment and once again slips back into his pocket, seemingly of it's own accord. "As for my friends?" there's a little pause as his grin fades a little, back down to a slight smile as he explains, "Trust me, they're focused on it.. A lot of us lost friends in the last one.. Myself included." rather bluntly. "As for you and yours? Leave innocent civilians out of it and we won't have issues. If you're as focused on saving the world as you say you are? You shouldn't be worrying about a few petty crooks getting locked up." There's a little chuckle before he adds, "Hell of a lot better ways to get money than to rob old ladies in Central Park."
Shredder	Shredder steps one step forward. "No one is innocent. And I'm never worried," he says simply. As to the rest of it? He files the information away, happy to have learned more about Kit, even if it is still shrouded in mystery. At least it's a mystery to unravel. He raises a han in a fist, and then opens it. The shinobi at a distance disengage. He makes no obvious intents that he intends to attack personally either. "I grant you opportunity to make wise choices. I do not frequently give multiple opportunities."
Kit Killovarras	When the people behind him stand down and the open hand is presented? Kit gives a little chuckle and muses, "Tell you what.." as the rocks around him lower back to the ground. "Show me that you're willing to help next time one of those... things, comes down? And I'll look the other way about those little 'shimpents' of yours." The energy around him is another matter though, that doesn't stop. Lowering your guard is one thing, to some equal to telling your men to stand down. But anyone with half a mind doesn't completely disarm at the start of a conversation like this one. "You and yours focus on what needs to be done and I'll keep mine on the petty shit, at least until this invasion is dealt with." Then there's a little sigh as he visibly relaxes a little. "Cause honestly? You've got at least one thing right.. Some things need to be tabled, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to stand down if innocent people are being put in unnecessary danger."
Shredder	No denial or assent is given. The Shredder's face remains hidden behind the mask, making any perception of his thoughts difficult to read. After several seconds of musing, he steps back into the shadows without further comment, as if to leave his assessment purposely mysterious. His scent seems to disappear, whether a usage of the wind or some extraordinary power isn't shown. His mastery of stealth is apparent. Kit is left alone, the park to himself in the cool of the night.