Haraka arrived in Sjach Taoul, a city in the Tolgalen continent. His orders were to retrieve an item and stop an attack. 'What should I expect?' He wondered this with nerves bundled up before actually arriving. He had a long trench coat on with a deep hood, its fabric thick enough and sleeves long enough to cover the light his body produced. The first thing that was easy to notice as soon as the demon got near the city, things were in chaos. It wasn't clear how much of the city was, or how far spread out the group was, but that was why he had to act as fast as he possibly could. 'Assume the worst and work up from there.' Shoes sounded against the streets as the young looking adult rushed to the city. It didn't take long to spot one, but no others were with the thief. That must mean they split up, which could spell bad news. The face smile faded, his hidden expression fading to a focused one. The thief had been too busy breaking open a door to notice the tall crustacean man coming until a punch had already sank to their stomach. It wasn't the most skilled punch, but at the least, it had been well placed with a lot of momentum behind it. The robbers body arched a bit to the pain, leaving Omaras with the chance to handcuff them. This was merely the bodies natural reaction to pain, it was good to take advantage of it.
As soon as the pain wore off, the person kicked the mantis shrimp on the legs, possibly having been aimed at a soft area that the leg hadn't quite reached. In any case, Haraka restrained their legs with some rope before looking over the door briefly. It looked pretty banged up, what could he do? Well he could figure that out after there were no more of that group going around the city. There was another nearby, looked to have someone elses bag. It was easy to tell when the one robbed was trying hopelessly to catch them. How would Omaras catch them? Maybe... He ran at the person, thinking over the possibilities. 'Wind requires close combat, lightening requires I stand still, plants require neither to throw but would get angry if I summoned a fruit just to toss. Maybe I can...' This was how Haraka ended up making dark pearls and tossing them at the thief, causing them to trip on the multitude of tiny round things rolling around. The demon slowed down as he got closer to avoid the same sort of fate He put the thief in restraints, getting the legs first before getting a punch to the face. A few punches later and he got the arms. He checked the bag to make sure it was actually the citizens before handing it over. The person told him where she saw a few of the thieves, leaving the demon to thank her than be on his way. 'I need to work on my running stamina later...'
This was how the young looking demon started on his way to get to a part of the city a few blocks away. Omaras got less than halfway there before seeing three pop out of a bank. With a bit more effort and a burning sensation making his lungs feel hot dry, he got next to one of them. It was only so easy to get so close so fast as the three were weighted down by the money taken. A blue wind started to move around the slate blue skinned person before quickly gathering up in wind in a oval ball. The spell was used quickly, the screams that come with the wind moving with the robber that it struck back, hitting a different robber with the one that had been pushed back. A punch landed on the one still near by, a short lived brawl simply due to the thief refusing to let go of the taken goods. Haraka put the person in restraints before going after the last two. They had paused from the disorientation the wind could cause, but by then it had started wearing off already. 'At least their greed drags them down.' The two remaining of those that got the bank were easy enough to catch up to. One took out a knife, swiping harakas chest with it before aiming to stab. He wasn't exactly a gold star at dodging, or even a bronze medal winner. This left a hand well stabbed, but at least he managed to use that to get the weapon from the thief. Blood was fine, he could fix that later. The knife was tossed and he proceeded to try kicking for once.
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As soon as the pain wore off, the person kicked the mantis shrimp on the legs, possibly having been aimed at a soft area that the leg hadn't quite reached. In any case, Haraka restrained their legs with some rope before looking over the door briefly. It looked pretty banged up, what could he do? Well he could figure that out after there were no more of that group going around the city. There was another nearby, looked to have someone elses bag. It was easy to tell when the one robbed was trying hopelessly to catch them. How would Omaras catch them? Maybe... He ran at the person, thinking over the possibilities. 'Wind requires close combat, lightening requires I stand still, plants require neither to throw but would get angry if I summoned a fruit just to toss. Maybe I can...' This was how Haraka ended up making dark pearls and tossing them at the thief, causing them to trip on the multitude of tiny round things rolling around. The demon slowed down as he got closer to avoid the same sort of fate He put the thief in restraints, getting the legs first before getting a punch to the face. A few punches later and he got the arms. He checked the bag to make sure it was actually the citizens before handing it over. The person told him where she saw a few of the thieves, leaving the demon to thank her than be on his way. 'I need to work on my running stamina later...'
This was how the young looking demon started on his way to get to a part of the city a few blocks away. Omaras got less than halfway there before seeing three pop out of a bank. With a bit more effort and a burning sensation making his lungs feel hot dry, he got next to one of them. It was only so easy to get so close so fast as the three were weighted down by the money taken. A blue wind started to move around the slate blue skinned person before quickly gathering up in wind in a oval ball. The spell was used quickly, the screams that come with the wind moving with the robber that it struck back, hitting a different robber with the one that had been pushed back. A punch landed on the one still near by, a short lived brawl simply due to the thief refusing to let go of the taken goods. Haraka put the person in restraints before going after the last two. They had paused from the disorientation the wind could cause, but by then it had started wearing off already. 'At least their greed drags them down.' The two remaining of those that got the bank were easy enough to catch up to. One took out a knife, swiping harakas chest with it before aiming to stab. He wasn't exactly a gold star at dodging, or even a bronze medal winner. This left a hand well stabbed, but at least he managed to use that to get the weapon from the thief. Blood was fine, he could fix that later. The knife was tossed and he proceeded to try kicking for once.
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