Rena
Yami was minding his own business. Really he was. He was sipping tea on a bench in the middle of a park in New York City, New York pondering the meaning of life, death, being a sinner, the usual philosophical stuff for someone as wise and knowledgeable as Yami seemed to be in his monk looking robes.
Minding his own business.
Then someone started trying to rob a girl nearby and Yami decided why not and got involved. First he quietly man-handled the poor guy by catching up to him with his superior speed before proceeding to grab him and judo slam him down to the ground.. Probably killing the man.
He then handed the purse back to the woman and told her to go on home. She thanked him, eyeballed the guy still on the ground, and ran off into the city to probably never be seen by Yami again. He went back to the body and knelt down checking for a pulse.
Damn. He killed the guy on accident again. Oh well.
Minding his own business.
Then someone started trying to rob a girl nearby and Yami decided why not and got involved. First he quietly man-handled the poor guy by catching up to him with his superior speed before proceeding to grab him and judo slam him down to the ground.. Probably killing the man.
He then handed the purse back to the woman and told her to go on home. She thanked him, eyeballed the guy still on the ground, and ran off into the city to probably never be seen by Yami again. He went back to the body and knelt down checking for a pulse.
Damn. He killed the guy on accident again. Oh well.