The fox gladly took his time removing the main breaker from the box by unscrewing the screws that bounded it so tightly. He gripped it once more by the handle, and wiggled it just enough to slide it out some up to the point where only the cabling held it in place. Then it was ripped it clear of the wiring to the rest of the building and slipped it into a pouch on his side. He turned around slowly when he heard footsteps approaching the door behind him. He winced some when the halo of a flashlight blinded him, causing him to turn the rest of his body to the door with his hand raised to block out the light.
The blue lenses to the goggles of the Fox's mask glinted in the light as the guards holding the flash light raised their guns up to the man.
“What the hell is that!” One of them shouted.
“Oh me,” asked the fox in a coy tone. He casually lifted the blade up that resided on his shoulder, and allowed it to fall back down to the same spot in an uncarring manner. In a single fluid motion, the fox slid his left foot forward, and brought down the blade in a graceful twirl. Such an action caused the guards to immediately open fire upon the fox. However, the rounds only seemed to pass through a strange whispy aura and strike the wall. Just a second later, the fox appeared beside the closest guard to himself in yet another strange aura cloud, and promptly slashed at his hand.
Blood sprayed onto the ground and walls of the small room while the hand went flying through the air with the gun still firmly grasped in it's grip. “Why I am just an illusion,” responded the fox in a hysterical tone, with a small tint of nervousness behind it. His voice was muffled and sounded metalic, but clear enough to comprehend. He caught the hand while it was in mid air and gave the now screaming guard a shove off to the side and further into the room.
The masked man then vaulted his entire body in the air in a cartwheeling motion, avoiding the next guards line of sight, and slung the hand into the guards face, causing him to stagger back some. The fox charged at him again, dipping down and slashing at the only standing guard's thigh. The blade made it's mark and caused the other to yowl out in agony. “A ghost of your thoughts,” the fox began singing as he spun around him, avoiding a kick and stabbed through the back of the man's knee as the leg came back, “Hellbent on your rising pain,” He pulled the blade out, spinning around to the male's front once more as he falls back. His blade dancing through the air above his head, glinting in the bright light of the flashlights that rolled around on the ground, and then finally back down, driving it's self through the palm of the other's hand. “So scream for me,” was his final words as he looked into the guards eyes, and gave the blade a twist. Causing the guard to scream out once more.
In seconds, more foot steps could be heard coming down the hallway. The blade was withdrawn with a satisfied grin under the fox's mask. He gave the blade a rough flick, slinging the blood to the ground and sheathed-ed. He began to break off in a dead sprint towards the direction of the foot steps. Suddenly, purplish lighting erupted from the Fox's body after a single phrase was uttered, “inuisibilitas,” then his entire body disappeared... leaving no traceable evidence, and leaving him free to move past the guards, heading to the direction that they have been pouring from knowing that they were most likely near the area of his target originally.
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