A group of men ran through the streets with a panic stricken look glued on upon their face. "Fuck man! I thought we lost this dude!" Yelled one of the men, his words said in between heavy breaths. "Where the heck is he? He was just behind us!" said another attempting to keep his words in a hush tone but his fear betrayed him so his sentence came out high pitched panic stricken voice. The group of men looked around their surroundings immediately and then to each other. "M-maybe we lost him this time." the youngest of the group said his voice peppered with hope. The rest of the group caught their breath and laughed nervously as if being relieved from whatever tension was holding their mind hostage.
"You know lads.... if you really wanna get away you're gonna have to run faster than that, yeah?" a voice called out to the group. The relieved smiles of the men immediately dropped from their faces as they slowly turned to the direction where the voice came from. On top of the roof a smaller building was a young man with ginger hair, slav squatting on the roof tiles with his crimson red scarf fluttering in the breeze as if he was some sort of action hero. The ginger haired man had smug grin curled upon his lips. "Alright lads, lets get this over with. I'm private Finnegan Fontaine from the rune knights... and I like to inform ya boys, you lot are under arrest for the selling illegal substances!" Private said smiling warmly as he jumped down on the roof landing on his feet like an agile cat. Small tiny stars began to form around the ginger haired rune knight's hands connecting together, forming mini constellations. Bluish energy began to gather forming two short swords forged out of pure etherano. Finnegan began twirling one of his blades like how those old timey policemen would twirl their batons in those black and white movies.
"Alrighty laddies! Listen up and listen good. I'll be sayin' this once and only once." Fin's sing song voice was a dead give away to his Seventite origins. As he spoke of the men pulled out a switch blade and rushed at him with killing intent. Fin simply continued what he was saying as he used one of his blades to easily parry the criminals blade. "You lads have the right to shut ya feckin' mouth and remain silent!" Fin said casually as he swept the legs of the assailant causing him to tumble head first into the concrete. The man crashed onto the floor with an audible thud. "Anythin' ya say will be can and will be used against ya in the court of law." private Fontaine continued as the rest of the drug dealers charged at him. One of the men began casting a spell but was interrupted as Fin rushed forward kneeing the man square on the face. "Ya got the right to consult an attorney while speaking to the rune knights and to have an attorney during questioning now or in the future." Finnegan continued as he threw one of his swords at one of the assailants. The astral blade impaled itself square into the shoulder of one of the dealers. The criminal howled in pain, but private continued reciting the rites of the criminals as he continued to beat their ass. "If ya can't afford an attorney because you're too broke, one will be appointed to ya before any questioning free of cost... that is if only if you wanna..." Fin shrugged as he casually swung his blade swiftly cutting the tendons of one of the mens arms, preventing him from using his arms to cast a spell. Fin would then cast a blast of dark cosmic energy knocking the criminals in one fell swoop.
The men all collapsed in unison, as Private Fontaine sighed with one of his blades resting on his shoulder. "Do you all understand the rights I have recited to you?" Fin asked as we walked over to one of the men pulling his head up by the hair, stabbing his blade into the ground missing the mans face by mere centimeters. "Do... you understand?" Fin smiled sweetly as he gazed down at the helpless criminal before him. The dealer said nodded his head meekly saying "yes." Fin chuckled and and dusted off his gloved hands, his weapons vanished in a burst of light like scattering fire flies. Private Fontaine would then snap his fingers as the shadows around them lashed forward like black vipers, wrapping around the criminals solidifying into black chains. "You boys really made it more difficult than it really needed to be." Fin sighed unaware another gangster had just rounded the corner of the street, his gun aimed straight at the unaware private Fontaine.
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"You know lads.... if you really wanna get away you're gonna have to run faster than that, yeah?" a voice called out to the group. The relieved smiles of the men immediately dropped from their faces as they slowly turned to the direction where the voice came from. On top of the roof a smaller building was a young man with ginger hair, slav squatting on the roof tiles with his crimson red scarf fluttering in the breeze as if he was some sort of action hero. The ginger haired man had smug grin curled upon his lips. "Alright lads, lets get this over with. I'm private Finnegan Fontaine from the rune knights... and I like to inform ya boys, you lot are under arrest for the selling illegal substances!" Private said smiling warmly as he jumped down on the roof landing on his feet like an agile cat. Small tiny stars began to form around the ginger haired rune knight's hands connecting together, forming mini constellations. Bluish energy began to gather forming two short swords forged out of pure etherano. Finnegan began twirling one of his blades like how those old timey policemen would twirl their batons in those black and white movies.
"Alrighty laddies! Listen up and listen good. I'll be sayin' this once and only once." Fin's sing song voice was a dead give away to his Seventite origins. As he spoke of the men pulled out a switch blade and rushed at him with killing intent. Fin simply continued what he was saying as he used one of his blades to easily parry the criminals blade. "You lads have the right to shut ya feckin' mouth and remain silent!" Fin said casually as he swept the legs of the assailant causing him to tumble head first into the concrete. The man crashed onto the floor with an audible thud. "Anythin' ya say will be can and will be used against ya in the court of law." private Fontaine continued as the rest of the drug dealers charged at him. One of the men began casting a spell but was interrupted as Fin rushed forward kneeing the man square on the face. "Ya got the right to consult an attorney while speaking to the rune knights and to have an attorney during questioning now or in the future." Finnegan continued as he threw one of his swords at one of the assailants. The astral blade impaled itself square into the shoulder of one of the dealers. The criminal howled in pain, but private continued reciting the rites of the criminals as he continued to beat their ass. "If ya can't afford an attorney because you're too broke, one will be appointed to ya before any questioning free of cost... that is if only if you wanna..." Fin shrugged as he casually swung his blade swiftly cutting the tendons of one of the mens arms, preventing him from using his arms to cast a spell. Fin would then cast a blast of dark cosmic energy knocking the criminals in one fell swoop.
The men all collapsed in unison, as Private Fontaine sighed with one of his blades resting on his shoulder. "Do you all understand the rights I have recited to you?" Fin asked as we walked over to one of the men pulling his head up by the hair, stabbing his blade into the ground missing the mans face by mere centimeters. "Do... you understand?" Fin smiled sweetly as he gazed down at the helpless criminal before him. The dealer said nodded his head meekly saying "yes." Fin chuckled and and dusted off his gloved hands, his weapons vanished in a burst of light like scattering fire flies. Private Fontaine would then snap his fingers as the shadows around them lashed forward like black vipers, wrapping around the criminals solidifying into black chains. "You boys really made it more difficult than it really needed to be." Fin sighed unaware another gangster had just rounded the corner of the street, his gun aimed straight at the unaware private Fontaine.
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