Alberio maneuvered through the oncoming crowd, twisting his body and spinning out of several on-comers’ way, barely missing them by inches. He moved like an untouchable smoke through the masses. Several slow minutes crawled by like this as Alberio made his way to the center of the city. The crowd gradually grew quieter, as did the screaming they gave off which until now had been of tremendous power. One of his hands was upon his battered cloak, tightening his grip on the clothing to keep his face from being seen in this frantic parade. The other hand, his right, pawed the sword clinging to his back, thumbing the hilt with four razor-sharp nails. At a moment’s notice he would pull it and stand at the ready.
Alberio was a man of huge build, though the maneuvering earlier hints at a hidden power underneath that speaks of his agility; his eyes were sharp and constantly looked about behind the darkness of his cloak. Two eyes, each of a different color, darted to and fro of the rushing crowd. Alberio stifled his nose form smelling, this many humans in one place was rancid and often made his head clouded and eyes fuzzy. At length, Alberio broke free from the crowd and paused, casting his glance away from the sun, and stared at the remains of the city before him.
What had once been a bustling metropolis was now in ruin. Many of the buildings were empty and it was apparent, from where Alberio stood to observe the damage, that thieves took full opportunity to ransack various wealthy corporations and other buildings with any repute. Small fires were lit and scattered about in the rush, countless documents flew through the air while some of the number caught fire and burned as they flew. Effectively the city had turned into a ghost town, if only for this sector. Alberio knew nothing of the other sectors and their condition; he could only surmise that it was similar, if not worse, than this one. Alberio decided to move on when something foul caught his ear’s sharpness.
Alberio turned his head this way and that to find the source of the sound, but he didn’t need to. The sounds were coming from all around him, brutes and runners alike swarmed the area. Alberio took cover behind a toppled statue and concealed himself amazingly well for his size. Keen not to let his scent acquire unwanted guests, he took a bottle from inside his cloak, two more were still in there, and poured the contents over his entire self. A crimson liquid spewed forth, covering all of his body in blood. When the bottle was empty, the man shook his head clean of the substance. He now smelled entirely of blood and his creature scent was hidden far below its surface. The hand, both of them, returned to the huge blade on his back when another sound interrupted the scene. Alberio turned his gaze upward.
A single helicopter hovered in the air and threatened to land soon. On the side door the insignia of the army was engraved on in gold letters. Alberio, curious, wondered what kind of trouble he got himself into this time. He turned his gaze back to the brutes and runners, swiftly gripping his sword and waiting for the moment he would need to use it. He privately wished that that moment would never come.