"Nope....nope...nope...nope!" Deniel searched several alleys by now, and he still couldn't find the exact one. He shifted his shoulders a bit, as they were becoming just a tad bit tired from carrying gold around so much. He grunted and went on to see if he could find another alley.
"This is getting annoying." He handed the bag to his other hand so he could give his right shoulder a rest and have his left shoulder carry the burden. Not only was he getting annoyed, but he was also getting desperate. He just wanted to get this mission over with so he could move on, get some more, and get further to the power that he desired. Eventually, Deniel was finally able to find the one that he was searching for. He could recognize the area in its entrance, as well as the alley inside of it. He saw familiar things: the different trash cans, trash bags, and the corpse of the thief that he had hit earlier.
Around the corpse was what looked like two men, and from what they were doing...they were searching his body and pockets for anything valuable. Even though Deniel was the one that killed him, it made him sick to see them trying to take advantage of the dead. Deniel walked to into the alley and drew Nidhogg with his free hand. The thieves were too busy pick-pocketing the corpse to notice him. He approached the one that was closest to him and held Nidhogg's tip right into the back of his neck.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Both of the thieves took their hands out of the corpse's pockets and stood up with their hands in the air. One of them was looking at Deniel, the other one didn't move a muscle.
"Just tryin' to live our lives." Deniel wasn't too happy about his answer,
"Live your life by taking advantage of the dead? That's insulting." Deniel lowered Nidhogg's hilt to the thief's back so Nidhogg was pressing into a spot that would stab his chest should it go through.
"I don't want to kill anyone, so I'll make both of you a deal: Get the Hell out of here and I won't kill you."It was a no-brainer, even for the thieves. Deniel had them at a disadvantage in weaponry, and he also already had one of them on the verge of death. It would just take one strike.
"Deal. We be takin' our leave. Lower your weapon." Deniel pressed the weapon inside of him almost the point of stabbing him,
"I'm not lowering anything! Just run away!" The thief gritted his teeth, but still acknowledged and followed through Deniel's command. Both of them ran the opposite direction out of the alleyway, and Deniel had Nidhogg ready just in case. Once they were gone, then he finally lowered them.
"Whew..."- Spells Used:
TOE: 50/50
Magic Power: 100/100
Until another 10: 5/5
Eyes of the White Angel Cool Down: 8/8
Crown of the Black Devil Cool Down: 4/7