Assassin II
Zariel was frowning, taken back by the amount of assassins out for his head. He could hardly believe that there were people so ready to court death to approach him with weapons drawn. The journey alone to the Magistrate's Office had resulted in five assassination attempts and more than a dozen bodies being torn asunder across Salem.
'At least be subtle about the entire affair,' he thought, disembarking from his motorcycle in front of the Magistrate's Office.
The curious eyes of officials and pedestrians found him marking the strange contraption that moved as fiercely as the winds. Some moved to question him, while others pointed and gawked, mouthing the word 'steel mount.'