"You sure that there was an emergency call here? It's literally just an empty apart-"

The police officer was quickly subdued as Yurnero quickly delivered a blow to the back of the officer's neck using the palm of his hand. He could have simply killed the officer, but he didn't want to draw attention towards himself- Yet. It was not the right time to strike. He had all the time in the world, they didn't. Dragging the body into the bushes, he kept his armor and mask on.

After all, the street seemed oddly empty. Why, he had no idea. This was a strange place where he had yet to see a masterly crafted katana on someone, and those he saw were in glass cases that did not seem to be able to be opened easily. And when he did try to open it, he was yelled at and chased out of the building. Seemed irregular not to have a katana at the ready all the time. His masters always told him to keep his sword close and on person no matter what. It was better to die fighting than to die like a dog.

Walking around the corner, a metal man was scanning the road. Yurnero would have not really payed much attention to the metal man, as he was sure it was another one of the strange humans' machines. But alas, it saw him and fired rounds at Yurnero, attempting to kill him on sight.

Unluckily for it, Yurnero simply blinked behind it and sliced off it's hands and feet, leaving it crippled and stuck as it tried fruitlessly to get itself upright.

Yurnero then sheathed his katana again. It seemed that people were probably missing because they had fled from this metal man. After all, they did not have katanas to protect them. Only logical. The sounds of battle could be hear in the distance, and Yurnero assumed that the warriors of this realm were attempting to best these unusual creatures.

But more of the machines came towards Yurnero, obviously because they had detected that one of their own was in distress. He was almost surrounded, but he made no sign of reaching for the hilt of his katana.

Better them to make the first move, and doom themselves to their overconfidence. The machines came closer and closer as Yurnero waited for the perfect time to strike...