The shady looking man charged forward at the unsuspecting woman but he would never make it, even though he would have made it to her before she could even scream Shitai got to him faster than he could comprehend. The kikaichu in the sand sprang up and latched onto his feet, they confirmed through the taste of his chakra that be was not a shinobi so their master didn't have anything to worry about at all. He rose from his hole with kikaichu gathered into a ball in his hand, a strong burst of chakra launched them through the air at the assailant, the projectile landed near the base of his left shoulder and dug in deep so the insects it was made of could scatter inside and start feeding on his chakra and flesh.
The dark haired man with a steel baseball bat in hand drug his club-like weapon in the sand behind him as he slowly approached the defeated rapist, the shell of what had once been powerful now was on the ground squirming and screaming to try and get the creatures out of him since as per usual the bugs were gnawing through the nerve tissue first chance they got. He stood at the man's side and looked at the woman who was in an extreme state of shock and confusion since all of the attack had taken perhaps five seconds. He reached out and picked up her fallen bags of food, handing them back to her and waving his hand as to say its best if you don't stay and see what I do to this guy. The woman took the hit and ran down the street as Shitai broke the man's limbs one by one with his bat.
After the woman was gone Shitai put the bat in it's place on his back as he leaned down over the criminal and started sniffing his prey. The fool had been bested by a better opponent and was about to find out how that would turn out for him. Shitai took his still breathing and terrified body back into the darkness of his fox hole and then there was silence for a few moments. This was followed by a short scream that was silenced with a sickening rip of flesh. Ten minutes later Shitai crawled out of the hole and filled it in before walking out into the street lights to show 90% of his white shirt stained bright crimson, he had done his job and now he was ready to go home and rest.