Her boots made a -tmp- noise as she continued to walk with an intent. She was almost there, almost where she needed to be, the screams told her so, the screams lead her down the ally...
It was dark now, and the moon shone high and bright above her head, and a jet black scythe materialised in the moonlight, and fell lightly into Villain's hands.
On closer inspection, the scythe looked like it was carved with unpleasant patterns and incarnations of a dark language. It pulsed as its prey drew nearer, as its prey whimpered in the dark in a pool of their own blood. -tmp-.... -tmp-.... -tmp-... Her slow walk finally halted, her search was over.
The mauled thug, barely conscious, looked up in total terror as malting feathers drifted onto him and into the blood pool. 'Wh-What's this?? P-please....where did you come from, are you a friend of his, is that it?!' The panic in his voice only stirred her to grin in a twisted enjoyment of the situation, 'Look, man, I dunno what you want but we won't mess with you again, 'aiit?! Come on, don't....d-DON'T!! AAAA---'
-slice-
The deed was done and the fur slumped from death, before quickly disappearing into a black powder that rose and seeped into the scythe. Villain looked up to see Izzy and the other thug staring at her. Her clothes were now wet again with more blood.