I Am Me

"Stop right there!" A bellow of rage followed by heavy and varied footsteps resounded. A pair of armored men were running with their blades out, their body emanating vicious killing intent. If looks could kill, their gazes would be able to send the heaven's into death. 

They dashed through a clustered alley, tumbling and pushing away obstacles with their powerful legs and arms, grunting here and there. 

"I said stop, fiend!" The same voice resounded, originating from the taller man. Yet, his demand was only answered with a laugh. 

"Hahaha! Old Man Bo, why must you be so persistent?"  Said a young man dressed used clothes that had all sorts of patchwork done. His slim body and legs were swift, vaulting and flipping through the obstacles as if they were personally placed there by him. His agile movements were far too fast for the guards outfitted in armor.