A shell of a boy he used to be. He stared up at the man infront of him, 6 others surrounding him. Lyend's ice blue eyes were disguised behind his think black hair. At point blank range the man bragged how he could kill Lyend in a single movement and how he was screaming at him. Lyend stared vividly at eye level with the man as he only understand half of the mans words, the others around him seemed to chuckle with evil grins across their faces. Lyend let his fingers stroke across his skinny jeans to his pockets where he rested his finger tips on a cold smooth surface. From his tee shirt he dropped the bag, as he knew why they were after him. The back pack fell to the ground spilling black tinned bags upon the ground with air tight bands on them. Lyend nodded his head down at the bag as he kicked it softly and a few 20 twenty dollar bills spilled out. The 6 men jumped for the money and in the drama, Lyend sweep his hand up redirecting the line of fire. He pulled the trigger and shot one of the men in the calf as Lyend scooped his other hand from his pocket with a pocket knife to the mans neck. Using the blunt side of the blade he forced the man to the ground stepping on his hand with the gun as he slipped it from his finger tips as he yelled in english. "Put the drugs back boys, or your man gets shot. They began to slowly put the money and drugs away, but than the original gun man swiped at his legs. A single shot was fired. A figure apporched from the shadowy alley as his long black hair covered over his eyes once more. The bag trended on his shoulders as he blended in with the crowd. A smirk smile on his face as back in the alley. The original gun man had his gun back, but with no ammo as it they were pushed in the drain, and his knee bleeding, not from a bullet shot. But from being split with his foot. A bullet whole was formed in the sandbags around them as the other men looked stunned and unknowing what to do as they target escaped in an array of dust.