Matt's not sure what he expected in going out tonight. He'd been in Hadriel for a few weeks now, and as far as he could tell it was peaceful... well, peaceful compared to New York, but no one seemed to get mugged or killed on a regular basis, so that's been kind of an improvement. Still, it never hurts to be vigilant and it's easy enough to fashion his old Man in Black costume out of the essentials the gods provide in Hadriel.
He's clad in all black, face covered and peering down from one of the tall spires of the 'city' when he hears and smells something, or someone that catches his attention. The smell of blood isn't usually enough to immediately ping his radar, but blood combined with the sound of weapons (really oldschool weapons?) is Worrisome, to say the least.
It's hard to say how much the shadows help him gain cover in a cave, but Matt stays quiet and closes the distance till he's just short of interrupting whoever was smart enough to carry a spike bludgeon through the street like they were about to really enjoy themselves. Sorry, Sato, Daredevil is here to rain on your parade.
"Hey," he says, voice deep and rough. He steps out of the shadows, showing no fear or hesitation. "Turn around. Go home."
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He's clad in all black, face covered and peering down from one of the tall spires of the 'city' when he hears and smells something, or someone that catches his attention. The smell of blood isn't usually enough to immediately ping his radar, but blood combined with the sound of weapons (really oldschool weapons?) is Worrisome, to say the least.
It's hard to say how much the shadows help him gain cover in a cave, but Matt stays quiet and closes the distance till he's just short of interrupting whoever was smart enough to carry a spike bludgeon through the street like they were about to really enjoy themselves. Sorry, Sato, Daredevil is here to rain on your parade.
"Hey," he says, voice deep and rough. He steps out of the shadows, showing no fear or hesitation. "Turn around. Go home."