Reaper sliced up through his current target, noticing the crimson humanoid thing appear. She, her body shape suggested she anyway, got out of a police car with another individual. Neither of them cops [i]interesting[/i]. However he never got that much time to think about it as more gangbangers appeared, pulling back the hammer on his old .45 he let out the last remaining five shots hitting all of them square in the chest. Whoever these gang members were, they weren't the most experienced of individuals. In fact he was somewhat disappointed in their level of skill. He merely shrugged it off, it didn't really matter. After all he had a new problem to worry about. Twisting around the scythe was brought round near the boy, man, teen. Whatever. 

Thirty centimeters could seem like a lot, however it was a deadly weapon poised to strike. He didn't direct his question at either of htem in particular, however it was one that needed answered. [color=f26522]"So where'd two young-"[/color] He looked at the one covered head to toe in crimson. She was obviously some kind of meta, some [i]kind[/i] being the operative part of the conversation. Though he couldn't really talk, century old cowboy who wielded a scythe and had the possibility to turn into a monster. He was about as weird as they came. [color=f26522]"-people get a cruiser?[/color]" He swung the scythe round in a show off force until the top of the staff touched the ground beside him, the blade curving up around behind him.

[color=f26522]"Normally I wouldn't complain about the help. Though a police cruiser isn't exactly easy to come by."[/color] Lesson one, look relaxed. Throw them off guard, they knew he could cause hurt but the point was to let them think they had the advantage and he had let his guard down. He even lessened his grip on the scythe. His guard was essentially down, however he had trained for these situations so many times he'd be ready no matter what happened next, or at least he'd hope so.