The thing in the costume shifted in blinding speed, blending into the darkness. It's eyes fixed on the newcomer, crouched and ready to strike; his body transformed and melded with the night.
She did not arrive by foot, for his senses were not altered. She had not flown, for the movement of the clouds were still in tact. In fact, the beast was caught unaware by such actions.
No one had ever caught the cowled demon by surprise...
...not the Demon's head, not even the Boy Scout or his league of associates.
This person had come very close. The shadow studied her reaction... surprised, out of place, confused. She had not come willingly. This would lend credence to the seeming "supernatural" aspects of the church murders.
She was unarmed. The thing had an unobstructed view to energy channel and pain pressure points. The stranger was no martial artist. She was defenseless, but perhaps not harmless.
Three customized shurikens were already his left palm, keeping his right for balance and a possible quick defense. His greatest ally was the perfect darkness. No human eye could penetrate its depths...