Faith in Flaw

Another night. He was meandering like a stray cat along the city streets. Was he inviting a confrontation? Was he willingly deciding to throw himself into danger?
"You wear that albatross around your neck. It's a joke, right?", Yelled the intimidatingly large man that met our stray cat on the street. He was large and oafish, and was accompanied by a smaller counterpart that from the details of his facial expression, seemed very excited for a chance to try out their most likely..recently discovered power.
He faced the two heathens, his feet were planted into the cracked sidewalk below. "Step aside..or I will be forced to walk through you..", the words were uttered casually. The larger of the two ran forward, the hoody flailing behind his back in a surprise stroke of speed, "Bastard!".
"Bastard, is that the best you can come up with?" He went back with one foot to grasp himself, almost unbelievable how he dared to think that his gaunt figure could withstand the brute's. There was something odd about the way he moved, his hand shot back into his coat before he shoved his fist forward and suddenly was wrapped in a tattered cloth that he held in front of him as thought it were a sheild.
There was a large popping sound, the brute was thrown back about a foot. Simply ricocheting off of his hand with a small white cloud shooting instantaneously from it. At a closer look, the cloud was steam. "What..how?!", the oaf screamed as he brought himself back frantically trying to regain his composure and readying himself for another assault. His counterpart watched in awe before vanishing down an alleyway in fear and confusion.
"You'll regret your little sacreligious idiocracy!" The oaf yelled being struck into a corner with only two ways out. One of which was of course, to go through this vigilante. The other was to flee. The man brandishing the cloth in his hand spoke, "..You'll regret your miscreant acts like all the rest!", the man yelled as he held his fist out in front of him with all of his might. The steam kept billowing out as the brute backed slowly..then broke into a run. Abandoning this victorless fight. Our heroe fell. Blackness ensued as he passed out.
Craft User defined by Father Andrew McKathry. "An individual who has strayed from the path of god to follow the path of hatred and regret. Performing taboos for self gain in order to taint the lives of the innocent."
Good basis, keep on going.
I hate you.
I hate you, and you should feel shame.
Yay.