Isn't this a kid's place!? (Silent, Sic)

"Make a man out of me...Interesting concept?" A voice would chime up form above Bow, oddly enough, directly where she had been before jumping down. "Since you seem to be an expert on the subject let me ask you this..." The figure was of a man; a tall lanky person with snow white hair and a headband covering his eye left eye, along with his mouth shielded by a mask. His demeanor was knelt over and perched from his vantage point, while his viewable eye seemed to have a laxness about it, although his speech seemed alert in tone. "Is it wrong for a MAN to attack a defenseless woman? Evolution shows that to improve, one must be first placed in a situation so dire it promotes growth, but with the idea that women need to be coddled, they will remain weak while the males succeed in society." Creed then reached into his pack and took out a syringe. He had a mission to carry out, and she was definitely a meta-human. "..Which path is the better the two evils?" He said, leaping down in front of the young girl and landing with ease, arms swinging with no form or manner. However, that syringe and now the needle attached to it were still concealed...He needed..a blood sample.

Creed peered back over his shoulder with a slight motion, his lazy eye keenly focused on the newcomer for a brief moment before his pupil darted back to he girl who was making a break for it. The annoyance of it all. These kind of missions never boded well, because it required him to come out into the open rather than assassinate from the shadows. Regardless. This other young man would have to be dealt with. He was able to sneak up on Crow after all, however, there were unanswered questions still. Creed had cased the area before compromising this attack, which means this guy wasn't guarding her, he had just arrived. Could it be possible that this meeting was arranged or was he a random passerby?

"Ah, you would be correct in your assumption, and by your choice of words I can tell you're perceptive." Creed shows the syringe in his palm, but keeps it close to his pack. He had seen the firearm in his palm and from this distance, Creed would die if he attempted to strike at this one first. "So can I ask you the same question I did her? Her answer and her actions don't coincide as you can see. She's running, but told me women could be strong. I'm guessing she's not counting herself, even though she's a Meta-human. But you...You're a different story; protecting others? With your skills you could be in my position, yet you're putting yourself at risk right now for the sake of another. Other than the usual moral answers people spout, I'll ask you, why are you doing this?" His answer was inconsequential, for just before finishing his response Creed sliced open his pack with the needle of the syringe and all his ninjatools spilt out onto the floor, causing the smoke bombs to go off. The cloud of smoke immersed him in a white fog immediately impairing Zack's vision. However, from inside the haze a red glow could be seen flickering for just a moment, Creed would need to use it if he intended to catch that girl before she could fly away.

A knife dropped into the smoke where the red glow had blossomed, but disappeared without sound of impact from the blade. Creed's sharingan was in effect, however, with this fog it wouldn't be much use until his enemy saw it. Additionally, it didn't grant him any special visionary power, such as night vision or infrared, so he was just as blind. However, when the blade landed, the sound did echo so the assassin could hear it. He knew Zack was still within 10 feet of that vicinity. Therefore, he could either assault in that direction or pursue the target.

This would be a tricky decision; he hadn't been paid to capture, kill, nor did he intend to fight Zack. The target could escape during the battle and this individual was someone who was able to sneak up on him. However, to give chase to her and ignore him could prove fatal without full knowledge of the newcomer's abilities. The ninja spun the syringe in his palm and placed it in his jacket pocket as he contemplated his next course of action. Currently half of The Crow's arsenal had been spilt, which meant if he was caught off guard by this adversary that used firearms, he would be at a severe disadvantage. "I guess I have no choice." Creed said out loud from within the hidden smoke as he pulled a scroll from his jacket pocket and bit his finger, then unrolled it and placed the scroll on the ground while performing hand seals. "I'm sorry it had to come to this friend. I would've much rather fought you for stakes instead of in a crossfire over an aloof female, but I guess I can't get paid in full for every job." Creed used voice mimicry to throw his vocals, as not to give away his own position within the smoke cloud yet.

As he finished the handseals, Scarecrow began to glow with a bright blue wavy aura all over his body. His left eye also began to brim brightly with a ruby red hue again, as he activated his powers. "Water Style: Aquatic Dragon Jutsu!" Suddenly the aura sprang to life and took form as a rushing wave with a serpents head, then weaved it's way toward the area he had originally heard the knife drop near. He spread the attack wide to cover the area, but just in case he also placed one hand on the summoning scroll for precaution while guiding the attack with the other hand. He had to hurry, the girl might get too far for him to catch up to her if he dawdled after this attack.