Watching a small girl pretty much bitch a grown man was embarrassing to watch. Like, how can you even call yourself a man at this point. Weasel or not, have a fucking spine man! Needless to say, she was able to collect the money before walking away. He'd continue to stare down the man, shrugging as he watched him scuttle away. Wasn't his problem. They got the stuff and now he could leave right?
The walk to the bar hadn't taken too long in comparison to the walk to find Kyle, and he could see the look in Batra's face that they had in fact not gotten the objective done. Well that was annoying. That meant he had to be here longer. He did not want to be here any longer than he had to be.
Sighing, he'd turn around. Hearing her words and knowing she was slightly heartbroken and annoyed that she had to deal with all of this again, he'd take it upon himself to go find the guy. Waving her down, he'd step through the doors of the bar before covering his face from the sunlight. Today was going to be unnecessarily long. Popping his neck from left to right, he'd disappear into the crowd, honestly wondering why he decided to go sober for what had to be the tenth time this week alone. He'd start treking towards the city gates, being the only ways in and out of the entire capital, he'd no doubt find the man slinking his way towards there. Thankfully for him, rooftops made a better way of travel than the city streets and so made his way up to a nearby rooftop after assessing that he was far enough from the bar that he wouldn't have been followed.
The viewpoint that the rooftops provided him was advantageous, and the guards stopped getting spooked about his habit after the first few times. Some just waved at him, happy that a fellow such as himself even bothered gracing him with his presence during such a dull duty such as skyline watching. He was able to spot Kyle a bit away from the gate. The little rat was running as furiously as his legs could carry him, and in his hands were several bundles that were likely his life possessions that he could bring with him for now until he could set up shop somewhere else and come back for the rest. The man would shove past the various patrons also using the side streets, obviously knowing that they would be looking for him on the main street but not knowing that the rooftops were just as bad for him. Teiho would close in on him quickly enough, his knight sword materializing in the palm of his hand as he held it out behind him just as he jumped into the air casting a large shadow on the ground below.
Whistling loudly, the man turned and froze at the sight of the large shadow figure dropping down on his body like a boulder. The man was knocked to his feet and his possession were scattered across the floor of the alleyway. The guards would turn a blind eye to this act of aggression as Teiho struck his sword down in the dirt beside the conman's head giving him a good deterrent from running before reaching down and grabbing a fistful of the mans shirt and tie. The weasels eyes grew wide and strained as he looked around for some way out but alas could not find one, his assailant breathing down upon him like a merchant of death as a single gloved hand reached out for what it wished for. The grown man soiled himself, the eyes of the beast bearing down on him in the most intense shades of red he had ever seen in his life and he knew he had crossed the wrong person again.
Praying to the gods above, he'd reach into his soiled trousers and pull out a medium sized leather sack, the tell tale sounds of coins rubbing and bouncing off each other were obvious to the ear but Teiho still checked the coins for authenticity. Upon confirming that they were in fact what he was looking for he'd let the man's shirt go, allowing him to fall to the dirt unceremoniously. The man would turn his back to him, crawling on his stomach like a serpent as he'd reach for his possessions before a blinding pain would shoot up his left leg causing him to scream out loudly.
Turning back around to face his assailant, he'd see a blade sticking out the back of his left knee, the blade deep into the dirt beneath him meaning he was trapped to experience this agony for hours. Also due to the way he was facing, he'd have no easy way to pull the blade out without contorting his body into a painful position to even begin pulling it out. The man was essentially trapped, or at least until the magic within the blade ran out causing it to return back to Teiho's pocket dimension. The young man would glance down at the conman one last time before flipping the collar of his hood up over his head and turning around to walk away, leaving the man there to grasp worthlessly at the blade of his sword, cutting open his fingers every time he tried to pull it free. He could still hear the screams even after entering the main throughway but knew the man wasn't going to receive any help from the guards, sometimes a little coin and honest discussion went a long way.
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It'd take him forty minutes to return to the tavern. Tossing the sack of coin through the air into Batra's outstretched hand, he'd nod to the man, conveying that it was taken care of before patting Galaxy on the head and walking away. He had a tome to finish deciphering and he was going to make sure he got this next page done before the day ended.
[Exit]
[This post alone ended it.]