As Naho continued about her path from school, Moba darted, unseen by any, from shadow to shadow in the growing dusk, tailing her. Watching her enter a small cafe. With a cat-like leap, he jumped to the top of a two-story building, crouching low as to not be seen by anyone while he continued his observations. His warning sensors went off just as Naho stepped out of the shop, and, quickly sliding over to the edge of the roof even as she stopped. Glancing over, he switched to infared, instantly distinguishing a figure hidden in the shadows of the alley.
Without a sound, Moba dropped down behind the figure, switching to a more appropriate low-vision filter in the process. Faster than the eye can blink, Moba shot at the figure as soon as he touched down, one hand reaching out to wrap around the figure's throat. It was with a small amount of surprise as the figure dropped down flat, causing Moba's lunge to miss, and in a flurry, they lashed out at one another, trading several blows as Moba sailed over his opponent. With a final mule kick, the opponent slammed into Moba's guard, sending the robitic youth sailing out of the alley-way and into the street, where he slid along backwards on his hands and feet until his heels touched the sidewalk where Naho was standing. "Naho, are you alright?" He asked, forgetting to address Naho in proper form as concentrated on the foe that was emerging from the dark alley.
"Well well well, seems like little miss thang has found herself a big bad bodyguard." The figure, dressed in a long grey cloak, said, his face hidden by a hood. "Ain't this just interesting?" The way the words rolled, one could tell that he was smirking.