More definition grew in the shadow man who was sprawled on top of a body, hiding its identity, all Blaser could make out were naked female arms and legs. ‘Hey!’ Blaser said, storming over to haul the shadow up from the ground by the back of his neck. The guy swore and lashed out to loosen Blaser’s grip from his jacket, then he spun around to try and land a punch, but Blaser blocked it and got in one of his own. The shadow staggered back, giving Blaser his first real chance at interpreting a physical description. He noted blonde hair, angry eyes, and a scar intersecting the perpetrator’s brow. Bloody scratches on his neck and face joined the blood now seeping from his lip – split by Blaser’s punch. Widening his stance, Blaser prepared to get into a brawl, but the blonde male shadow spun around and bolted off. Giving chase briefly entered Blaser’s mind, but around here you never knew what you were dealing with.
