Portrait vs. Quality: Blood and Paint

The Living Death Warrant was a perfectionist. You could go as far as to say he was a 'preventer' of disorder. His kills were sweet, clean, and absolutely untraceable. That was untraceable most of the time. Even through his elaborate percussions to leave no one alive and to literally 'blast' video's of his presence to bits, he still made the average mistakes that he wouldn't of if he wasn't in haste to get away. But, when you've killed someone, the police know where you are and are thirty seconds away; you can't afford to stay around and wipe the blood off of a chair or push your disposable gun in a small confinement like an air vent. So, in rare cases, Ranji would make a mistake. A foolish mistake, but ones that would mostly be looked over or when looked at, would lead to a dead end.

Ranji got his employer's through searching for them, mailing illustrious invitations to future accomplices with normal postage stamps. The invitation also came with a warning that if the reader ever told anyone else about it, they'd be killed within two days along with their family execution style. Ranji receives many messages back daily, weekly, and monthly after sending them. Out of these, he takes a few of the richestaccomplices out of those, and then charges a higher price. That price is is heightened for the false lies of the job being exponentially hard and an grueling process to be done, that is right of course. If the person did not agree with the pricing, then Ranji would proceed by then challenging that person's life, pushing the person into the ordeal of worrying further about their own lives. Eventually, Ranji ends up with a job or a job against the person who was supposed to employ him.

The Silent Killer was half a mile away from the conference between two men, both striving to win over their town and eventually state elections that would give them power to boss others around. Ranji wasn't blinded by the fog that enveloped him. Instead, he was using vibrations to see. Letting out little 'clicks' from his mouth, he could bend that sound to travel a full mile around his location. Echolocation, like a bat, was this Lethal Weapon's greatest ability. When his vibration was stopped, and bounced back, he knew that there was something there and based on his mind's capacity he could figure out what it was. On foot, he was approaching the outer ring of citizens and officials who were surrounding the stage with his eyes closed. He was literally blinding himself by not using his eyes.
 
The fog was subsiding to reveal him in full gear, a full black gi loaded with a bounty of weapons within sashes hidden away inside the hard cloth. Two swords were on his back, and to his thighs, two twin guns. Gingerly he stopped and opened his eyes to see the conference in front of him. No one noticed the lone figure hidden within the foggy mist. His assassination on the debater in the red was going as planned. Before any of this, Ranji had been able to poison the water glass that was supposed to be given to Lon Jo, the communist man in the red. While it was it was put underneath Lon's speaker, Ranji simply put two drops of acid into the glass passing by. He was able to get close because of the tens of people who had stormed the small stage at the same time to get from one end to another before the conference started. Small in amount, the two drops of acid was going to be able to kill the man within seconds of drinking it.

Now, the acid drink was given the Lon during a rest session. He drank half the glass before gurgling and grabbing his neck as he sat in a chair. From the pain, his strength fell to his legs. He pushed himself and the chair fell backwards, him lying motionless as paramedics stormed the stage to deal with him. The commi was dead, and the man who should rightfully win was now the only contender. He turned half way before noticing something, more importantly a someone. That someone looked like a she, her petite figure holding a rifle of extreme power. She had her gun aimed, but upon seeing one of the debater’s dead, she looked up in astonishment. Quickly, Ranji flicked his left arm up and down. Within that movement, three motion activated Diagon's fell into his hand. Loaded with sting grenade rubber balls, the Diagon's were deadly.

Then, the girl noticed him. All alone and in black, he was a stand out if you were looking for him. Immediately, Ranji threw the three Diagons without hesitation after pressing a small button in the center of the Diagons. (Small quarter-sized, spherical discs that can be loaded with explosive materials, usually TNT mixed with different grenade powder, by which upon impact will explode. There are many different types, of which are up to imagination like heat, repulsive, time released, motion activated Diagons. Some however are used as throwing balls the size of half dollars, in which upon impact, a nylon wire will surround a opponent and trap them.(Usually thrown at feet).

The Diagon's flew through the air at a strong velocity. At a clock of three seconds, they exploded before hitting the tree that Ranji had aimed at purposely instead of the girl herself. Small rubber ball immediately exploded out of the Diagons as the Diagon's exploded too. Some of the balls hit civilians around the tree, easily knocking them unconscious or killing them.

The situation had just lifted to another level. Now he had to kill the assassin before she killed his debater, which he knew was her target. It was a no brainer, she might have been astonished, but she wasn't angered like most assassins would be when they didn't do the job themselves. This was game time, and Ranji knew enough about game time to know he needed to deal with the problem.

The Precision Percussionist was a slow moving being. He was paying full attention to the mist in front of him, while also taking a few steps back in five second intervals. He was ready for anything, especially when he had the knowledge that the girl, the wannabe assassin, could simply make complex things come out of pictures or books. Ranji was moving normally, sliding his feet across the grass, and occasionally almost tripping on small rocks. It took him a few minutes before hitting something large. It poked at his back, and instinct took over. Ranji turned around and instantly took a swing, using his left hand in a chopping motion. What he hit wasn't human; it was wood with a rich texture. However, it was broken after Ranji touched over it. He immediately knew it was the splintered tree he had theoretically killed with his Diagons. It was now basically a five foot stub sticking out of the earth below it. The Living Death Warrant had killed life, not in the sense of a human though.

In the mist, its grey form eroding the air, Ranji could do nothing but wait in silence listening. Then he heard beats, not heartbeats, not foot beats, but beats from the air. It was slow, as if gliding around. The Living Death Warrant knew it was a large bird, a very large bird. It was normal for a small bird to have fast wing flaps if they weren't bats, but larger things would take longer to flap their wings. Meaning Ranji knew it was the girl, and one of her 'things.' Immediately Ranji reacted. Using his ears, he got onto an electrical energy field and in an instant he was on the stub on fours before flying through the air with two Kunais.

It only took seconds before he collided with a large beast, and his Kunais had been dug into the beast's chest to keep The Precision Percussionist in the air while holding them. Ranji could see the girl, and she could see him. In the sky the fog wasn't as thick, or for that matter, so bunched up.  Ranji was slightly surprised at the beast; it wasn't a creature of old. It was geometric shapes, made in the proportion of a long forgotten and extinct Pterodactyl. Where its head should have been there was only a portal.  In reality, Ranji's Kunais were lodged into a geometric shape rather than flesh. Fearing the worst, Ranji let go of the Kunais, dropping himself a hundred feet back to Earth.

The air brushed against his body as he fell, and then there was the Earth that hit him hard. He was stunned for a minute, and his leg was broken. He grabbed a jar from within his gi, by which he opened it revealing a blue jell. Instead of putting it over wounds, he put it in his mouth. He swallowed it, and immediately the blue jell began to work as a healing solution, fixing his wounds from the fall. Putting the jars top back on, he closed it tight and then put it into his gi yet again. Getting up awkwardly, he didn't know what had happened to the girl, or the large geometric Pterodactyl.