Kaleb wrapped the cloth more tightly around the straight sword he was carrying. The bus he was riding had a tendency to rattle like it was held together by nothing more than the will of the bus driver himself, and no matter how hard he tried Kaleb couldn't keep his hood up and his sword covered at the same time. 

As soon as the attack was over Kaleb had made straight for home to pack his things. He had been through having his cover blown before and the first step was always to leave the area as soon as possible. It was likely that the story wouldn't make it further than the local newspapers but thanks to the internet it would be enough to make his life miserable. He had time to grab his emergancy cash, about £2000 in small notes, his sword and a chunky handgun. Although the gun was only really useful against mortals the blade was a gift from an ascended in Japan who Kaleb had saved once, and it was easily able to damage other ascended, as he had found himself when he tried to cut his thumb. 

The bus trundled onwards heading south towards London, Kaleb often found that London was a good place to start again, even if you've started again hundreds of times in your life. Although he had few friends, the few that Kaleb did have where usually to be found in London, the ability to lay low in the dense crowd was something the Ascended where usually renowned for. 

The fact that another ascended had openly attacked him in front of normal people was worrying. For the most part the ascended tried to lay low, for fear of repercussions from the world around them. Throughout history ascended had been burnt as witches, hung as murders and a whole host of other things that had made life hell for a lot of those involved. For the most part the burnings were at least survivable but the hangings left a particularly horrible ache in the neck for sometimes months afterwards. 

Almost involuntarily Kaleb rubbed his neck, trying to clear a twinge that had long since worked it's own way out of his muscles. Rain began to fall heavily, lashing the windows and obscuring the City which he had called home for the past 10 years. It was with a heavy heart and a deep sigh that Kaleb Traine once again found himself leaving his home.