Michael sighs, reaching into his coat. American's always have such nifty guns, But they hardly pass for covert. Pulling out a rather petite 9-mm he pulls the chamber to give it the audible click for the ally to hear. Politely he smiles and waits for the jester wannabe to turn around. 

"I am guessing this is one of those insane anime cliche's? A hot Assassin versus another? Not that I intend to step on any toes, but I plan to invite the one in red to dinner. So if you could refrain from making me a felon I would greatly appreciate it."

Mentally he counts...3....2...1..Then as if the light turned green the Jester charged him. Just as her foot left the ground to more than likely crush his skill she is knocked to the ground. Michael's bangs sway from the wind of just how close he was. His smile however never swayed, it actually grew larger.

"Miss Red. You need not be so rough. I am sure she kno-"

The sound of the jesters skull fracturing the concrete....Wait....The concrete gave before a skull? The jester is still moving? She is still resisting?! Michael Whistles as he looks down at the pistol with a smirk. Playing with fire may be a understatement, if their bodies can take that kind of punishment...

The jester blows past him, shooting him a glare to which he fires back a sneer. Michael cares not if it was God himself, no one would dare to think him less than. 

Miss Red holds her side, her dress tattered, if anyone walked up right now....Particularly while holding a gun...He slides it back into his pocket as he approaches her. 

"Miss Red, Perhaps you could fill in the gaps? Over dinner of course."