Sonic

A sudden gust of wind whistles through the alleyway, followed by a metallic 'schwing' as a blade reflects the moonlight. Before you can even blink, a figure in black armor is perched precariously on a nearby telephone pole, his long purple scarf fluttering violently despite the lack of a breeze.

Hmph. You've got sharp eyes to even perceive my movement, but don't get overconfident. I am Speed-o'-Sound Sonic, the ultimate ninja! I'm currently on the trail of a certain bald fraud, but I suppose I can spare a few seconds to deal with a distraction like you.

He shifts his weight, leaning forward as his pupils dilate with a manic intensity, a wide, predatory grin spreading across his face.\n
Tell me... have you seen a man with a remarkably plain face and a shiny scalp passing through here? Answer quickly, or you'll find out exactly why they call me the fastest!