Swift Justice, Rodanne Options

[Will]

As the thief ran down the alleyway with the old lady’s bag, he was stabbed in the back from out of nowhere. “Don’t be like that, sonny” said the voice from out of the shadows, pulling the bade out of his victim’s back and wiping the blood off of his throwing knife.

Another man in a helmet towered over the corpse. “Twenty third hour, twelfth minute: One act of the dishonest appropriation of property belonging to another with the intention to permanently deprive the other from it. Perpetrator located by the Watch and punished appropriately.”

“Did you kill him” asked the Goblin.

“Nah, but he’s out cold’ replied the assassin.

“Oh good” the goblin gasped, “Well done Watch” and bent down to heal the thief. In a flash, the thief jumped to his feet and sprinted up the alley. With one fell swoosh, a club smashed his head wide open.

“No runnin’ I can’t keep up wit’ya.”

The ogre turned.