Kazimir chased the wind clan assassins back into the city. he dashed from rooftop to rooftop. His eyes scanning for his pray. Everything around him like a blur. Buildings, people, even voices felt distant. The only thing his mind focused on was the hunt. Finding those that had tracked him down.

The blood from his wounds trickled down, leaving splashes of red each time his feet touched down before lifting off again. He stopped at on a building that overlooked most of the town. The wind was erratic. His hair blew freely in the air around him. The white scarf hung loosely around his neck.

his eyes narrowed. His chest bobbed up and down from heavy breaths. The city he once fought to protect became just like the wilds of his old hunting grounds. A thirst for vengeance left him parched.

There was a spark of blue from the corner of his eye. A rapid vibration in the wind. It was a shimmering arrow that whizzed by his face as he narrowly dodged it. His eyes unflinching as he glared at the almost hidden mage archer at a lower building. "You know we can't let you live, Kazi. If only you stayed where you belonged. With us. Come on and just accept your fate," they jeered,

He kicked off the ledge towards the enemy when another force rippled through his ability to sense the wind. It was too close. He spotted a blade of wind tear into his side before he could react.

Kaz growled as he fell toward the ground, seeing a wind clan member awaiting him. While he fell their spells clashed in a second assault but kaz's overpowered the assailants and struck his shoulder.

They stood on the rooftop facing each other. The clansman stood with his legs wide and holding his wounded shoulder. Kaz Stood straight backed and staring. The wind blew his hair across his unblinking eyes. The assailant launched a barrage of wind slashes through the air.

Kazimir could feel them coming. He was a part of the wind. Around him, the faint glow of the tiger's spirit appeared. He charged forward, weaving through the magical assaults. Their attacks collided and Kaz's cut through his enemies without effort.

"How!" The man screamed in panic and confusion. He didn't know that the blessing kaz received amplified the power of his wind. The true inheritor of the Byakko's blessing.

The clansman's body arched backward, his eyes were wide as he stared down at the indigo haired ex-knight That appeared next to him. Kaz put one hand on the mans abdomen.

"Die," he said emotionless as his hand thrust upward causing a pointblank blade of wind to rip open the man's chest. Blood and fabric rained down, saturating the ground and turning pieces of his indigo hair red.

The man groaned on the ground. Writhing in pain. Kaz's eyes peered down at him. He felt a burning on the scar given to him by the Seraphim. Anger filled his veins and his eyes flickered white. He could hear the Angel in his mind, whispering, 'Wrath.'

Kaz held his hand over the man "you killed my fiance. Took away my family, and chased away the only other person I've cared for like that. The world has no place for you." Two sharp blades brought calm to the raging wind of the clansman. blood splattered the roof.

Quickly he jumped back, dodging another arrow shot. Two archers were on the roof next to him with another clansman. Kaz wasted no time in forming a whirlwind around them. They ran, trying to evade, but it was too wide. The wind sundered their bodies and sent the archers plummeting to the ground below.

The last clansman cast a wild rush of wind kicking up dust and debris to obscure all vision in the area. They had come unprepared. Footsteps filled the ground below. Rune Knights had come to investigate the situation. Kaz took off before they could see him. His destination was simple.

He arrived in his nearly empty apartment. All that was there were his instruments,tea and clothes, and a single chest. He flipped the lock open, revealing the uniform inside. A wind clan officers uniform. "With you huh. In the wind clan he held the suit in front of himself, "We have one more hunt then."

He took off the Seiryu Gi and folded it nicely on the bed. Standing naked in front of the suit he slowly put it on piece by piece. Every armament, replacing the things that held him back. Amplifying his need for power and the growl of the tiger.

Fully armed, he opened the window and felt the storm coming. The wind raging against his face. It was time.

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