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Kuh, kuh, kuh, kuh...

Each step took him quickly, the dark-haired man jumping to the left and right, trying to avoid the men who were chasing him. They'd chosen their target for a mugging, and as such, they were ready to take him down... for everything that he had. He grimaced, and slipped the glasses off of his face, feeling the instantaneous headache, and seeing his vision slow down - the Mystic Eyes of Latency did that for him. That meant that he could react faster - the man dived out over to the side, and looked up at the man approaching.

The first one attacked quickly, and Ace ducked, drawing the small switchblade, Nanatsuya. He flicked the blade out and moved forwards and under his line of sight, before moving his wrist seventeen times - creating seventeen cuts on the man's stomach - he fell over in pain. He wouldn't die, but he'd certainly need medical attention.

The second one stood away, watching his eyes carefully. Perfect. He stood up straight, and reached up to the transmutation circle etched into the back of his neck, placing two fingers onto the circle, activating it. He grinned, and his eyes changed in glowing color - from blue to gold. He stared into the man's eyes, and the other became entranced, in a form of basic hypnosis. Perfect. Ace placed a pair of fingers of the other hand onto the array in the palm of the same hand. Alkahestry activated, and a small shock of electricity would be felt throughout the man's nervous system, halting his every movement for but a second. It was all Ace needed, and he rushed up to the man, getting in close, just as his Alkahestry deactivated. He smirked, and brought his fist forwards, punching the man directly in the stomach.

The confused mugger who had seen his target disappear before his eyes felt the hand in his gut, and grunted loudly. Ace grinned sadistically, before sending another two punches into his stomach, pulling back and sending his fist into his face. The man shouted in pain, and collapsed before Ace, the Emperor shaking his fist in pain. Damn, that smarts. He sighed softly, and turned away.

"Muggers should choose better targets." He traipsed off, unaware of the people that were now staring at him. He placed a hand on his forehead, bringing out the glasses and placing them onto his face, the headache from his Alchemy dying down... He needed to stop doing that.

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