Two Sabers

Kenshi was wondering through the streets of Rose Garden, thinking. It was late at night, past eleven, but the city was still brightly lit by Lacrima streetlights, Lacrima signs, and random bursts of magic from street-side entertainers. Every once in a while, Kenshi would get a whiff of the acrid smell emanating from people who had stayed out way too late partying. At the most recent, Kenshi wrinkled his nose and veered away from the unconscious form by the side of the road. He then looked up and spotted what looked to be a nice spot to sit. It was by the side of a small pond, and there was a bench shaded by a large tree, away from the bright lights and rancid stenches. Kenshi immediately made for the bench and took a seat, sighing. The night air was refreshingly cold, and a fresh scent wafted from the pond and the bushes surrounding it. Kenshi sat back with another sigh, one of relaxation this time.

Everything about this city annoyed him, from the flashing lacrima lights to the shouting merchants at the side of the street. But what annoyed him the most, were those pesky street performers who threw one magic show after another. And somehow seemed to be at every corner of every street. Especially the mime figure from a few moments before, that somehow thought it was was clever to use actually magic to materialize the glass he could use to mime against. And managed to create a wall directly in Fredericks path.

Normally Frederick would punch that performer to such an extent that he would doubt his career of being a mine. But since he was on a job at that very moment, he had to hold in his anger and walked passed the transparent obstacle. He was after all, trailing someone who was a bit further in the endless crowds of people. And because there were such a big variety of people in this town, keeping an eye on his target took almost everything focus he had.

However Frederick's entire subtle approach appeared to be fruitless, as the man suddenly dashed off into the crowd. 

'Damn it!' cursed Frederick, and immediately started to sprint as well. Pushing away the people his target had already pushed aside in his wake. 'How did that bastard notice me!'

Adrenaline rushed through Fredericks body, as he chased the man through the crowd. Just barely keeping up with him. Under normal circumstances he would use his magic to capture this man, or use his actual S rank speed. However since he was in large city, with a lot of people that could get hurt because of it. And because he actually got lectured by Raven on his rather 'eccentric methods' for finishing a job. He decided to use the more mundane way of catching this criminal. Also he just didn't want to face an angry Raven anymore.

The man lead Frederick through various smaller streets, and threw everything he'd encounter on the ground. Hoping that it would stop Frederick in his tracks. But without avail. Until the last street, directly lead to what seemed to be a small silent park in the middle of town. A green and peaceful oasis in and ever dazzling city.

There it was that Frederick noticed a familiar face, sitting on a bench. A young man, whom Frederick was quite sure that he was from Sabertooth as well. Not that he had a lot of interaction with the man, like none at all. But still he seemed to be one of the more rememberable faces around the guild hall.

'YOU!!' shouted Frederick 'STOP THAT GUY!!'