Will Steel ducked into the alley, pressing himself into the shadows. Four men passed by, two of them with flame in their fists. He allowed them to pass, and slowly peeled himself from the darkness. When he moved from the shadows, they followed, circulating around two leather patches sewn into the palms of his hands. Necromancy.
Will hurriedly followed the men, eager to pay them. Just not the type of payment they were expecting. A few minutes alone in a labyrinth of mazes and then he heard voices.
"He can't hide forever," said one. He recognized the voice as that of Sahara Firefall. A woman, elemental, focusing on fire.
"We have to find him, now," declared Pitbull Torture. Great name, or so he thought.
Will turned a corner and there they were, huddled into a circle. Sahara Firefall, Pitbull Torture, Freezing Lockheart and The Shadow. Yeah, an actual "The".
He decided to let his presence be known. Will pointed his palms down to the ground, aiming slightly backwards, and let his shadows loose. Darkness streamed from his patches, lifting him off the ground, very slowly. All of a sudden, a burst of shadow flicked towards him, slicing the air on its way to his chest. And then with a bang and a dark blast, Will was propelled into the sky, launched over the heads of the group now staring in surprise. The Shadow lifted his weapon, the vessel of his terrible power. A replica of a Harry Potter wand. Idiot. Another burst flew at him, but Will was ready. He twisted his hands and a shield of darkness flowed from his palms and intercepted the attack, absorbing its power and helping block the stream of fire that shot towards him on his descent.
Will pulled the shadows underneath him and rode to the ground, running as he hit the cement. Straight at the now-prepared group.
Sahara Firefall raised her palms as twin streams of golden fire seared the cold night air, but was pushed aside by a streak of shadow. Suddenly, the shadows grew long and sharp, and shot at Sahara only to be batted away by a solid flow of light, directed from the adept Pitbull Torture. Freezing Lockheart splayed his hand, but Will moved through the haze and retaliated, fashioning a whip from the cold darkness and slicing it at the entire group. Sahara and The Shadow ducked, but the other two were knocked to the ground. Will continued to spin after the initial strike, and turned his back on his enemies. In that moment, a tendril of fire intertwined with one of darkness from The Shadow whipped at Will, but he jumped, flipped and twisted his body to avoid the attack.
There was a bang, and The Shadow dropped to one knee, his darkness retracting, and blood spreading from a wound in his leg. Another bang, and blood burst from his shoulder, forcing him into unconsciousness. Sahara looked frantically for this new attacker, but saw nothing. She gathered fire in her palms and clapped her hands together, and a wave of flame illuminated an alley on her right, where a man stood, shadows swirling around his feet despite the light.
Silence Knight. A necromancer, searching for Will. Will knew that if Silence attacked him, it would be one hell of a battle. So he ran, leaving the alternate bursts of fire and darkness behind, sprinting into the night.