Through the Streets (Open to all)

Narora panted as he leaned on one of the many fence posts in the area. He looked up from his feet, covering his left eye with his hand as it bled slowly. His other eye was normal. He had left Sparda's Army with only a cloak, his weapons, his Devil Eye, and the clothes on his back.

He glanced down at the gashes all over his body. Marks from his fight against the members of the Army. He was lucky enough to not have run into any Members above A-Class. His stealth having proved to be useful yet again at keeping him safe.

He slowly started to limp again, he wasn't worried about them finding him, the rain would mask any sent he left behind. But he was worried about the blood trail he was leaving.

He let out a pained grunt as his left eye stung in pain. He had over used it in his escape, and now he was paying the price... His eye would be fine after a day or so though. Demon blood did help the regenerative process move along quite quickly.