The kitten just sat there. Middle of the stret, ignoring the cars swirving to avoid, licking its paw, a sword slung over it's back. 'Still hate those... People... He murmered, making a reference to those he saw earlier. He stood straight, and darted off with inhuman speed, following their scent until he finally found them.
"'Bout time." He said loud enough for them to hear him.