The monster crawled along the rooftops, swift and silent. A white shadow stained with red and blue blood like some sort of perverted patriot. His prey paused near an open alley, a bad move on his part.

Hichigo slid silently down into the alley, hiding himself in the shadows. Then he let loose his sword, throwing it forward by the cloth wrappings on the end, hoping to impale or at least entangle the man and reel him in like a fish on a hook.