Razan nodded, and after she left, a fog began to fill the area, outsiders were unable to see through, and when it dissipated, the hooded man was gone.
The hooded man watched the town from the roof of a high building, gazing over the stores. He missed being around. He wanted things to change. So in an attempt, he tried to change it.
The hooded man walked into a nearby bar, cautiously looking around, scoping for escape plans if needed. He sighed, and figured that he should stop doing that if he wanted things to change. To keep his danger away from everybody. He shook his head, and walked in.
Immediately the heavy smell of whisky hit him, like a punch to the nose. The hooded figure wasn't bothered by this, or at least didn't show it. You couldn't have seen his face.
A large and jolly man who seemed like the bartender noticed him walked through, and smiled. The man looked like he was in his forties, very round and had rosy cheeks. To top that off, he wore a black top hat to bring out his blue eyes.
The hooded man sat down.
The bartender came up to him as the hooded man ordered whatever the day's special was. The jolly man nodded, and started talking.
"Haven't seen you round these parts, you new to this area?"
The hooded man shook his head. "In a way I guess. I've been near here, but not really in here, if you know what I mean."
The bartender nodded. "I know what ya mean alright. My cousin Steve lived a few blocks down from this area, and when he discovered it, Shoo Wee! It looked like he found his old lost home! He didn't even know th' place even existed! In't that crazy?"
The hooded man nodded, and didn't say anything. The bartender who just introduced himself as John handed him his beer, and the hooded man payed for it.
A fight had broken out between two men as they had been talking. It sounded like they had an argument over if one of them had stolen one of their pigs, and they had started to get rough. John sighed as he noticed. "Those two blokes come round here almost evry' day. Can't stop them from fightin' at all. I'm afraid they'll ruin my business, cause my other regulars hate fights."
The hooded man watched the men threaten each other for a little while. It seemed like these fights weren't physical, just a competition to see who could insult the other more. Then something happened. One of them yelled, "Well at least I was never born a bastard!"
That set the other man off, but he didn't go punching him. He slowly drew a knife, and pointed it right to the guy he was fighting.
The hooded man's reflex's kicked in, and a high powered gust of wind hit the knife, and caused it to fly out of its holder. The hooded man had started walking towards them, and John watched carefully from the counter.
The hooded man looked down at the two, his gray eyes seeming to pierce through them. "Are we done, gentlemen?", the man asked.
They quickly nodded their heads.
"Good. I'll see to it that this doesn't happen again."
The hooded man started walking to the door, but the man who held the knife had picked it up, and thrown it at the hooded figure. There was a spray of blood a pained cry as the knife lodged itself in the hooded mans shoulder. Blood started to seep through and stain his white cloaks. He quickly spun around, anger in his eyes, and mindlessly created a blast of air that sent them flying back, and made a jagged hole in the wall he had sent it into. All went quiet after, and the hooded man still posed in his spell. He realized what he had done, fearfully looked around, and ran away.
The pain was immense, and the knife was still lodged in. He couldn't tell how deep it was, but it seemed to hit his shoulder somewhere.
I have to get healed! At this rate I'll lose too much blood! But I can't. I can't let them know who I am, or they'll come after me!
He ran through the forest, trailing blood, and his Pokemon caught up with him. He made his way to the bunker, and began working on himself. There was an immense amount of blood as he painfully took out the knife, and after awhile, he bandaged himself up, and fell asleep.