Topic: The so called King of Thieves

Ashe

Date: 2007-03-21 04:40 EST
He called himself the King of Thieves anyways, he hadnt been caught just yet.

Ashe strolled over the rooftops, in search of men with well lined pockets. They wouldnt miss a few pieces of gold after all. Chances were that there was some ill deed to these folk attaining it in the first place; So why couldnt Ashe attain himself a bit of it"

A portly gentleman walked into the alleyway, the jingle of coins in his purse all but sang to the young thief. Ashe could only smirk as he drew out his sword, long and curved, thin and sharp. He had no intention of using it to hurt anyone, it was merely a means of intimidation. Of course, should he have to fight, Ashe also liked to think he was a decent swordsman.

The night's job had begun as he swooped down from the rooftop, skidding his way down the wall to land in front of the robust rich gentleman, "Spare a bit for the needy?" Ashe would chuckle out.

"Ha!" was his reply, "Perhaps a street rat like yourself could try and earn your money?" The man's laugh bellowed loudly to the point of making his stomach jiggle.

"I intend to," Ashe nodded firmly and he made his move. Stepping to the inside of the man, his free hand jetted to the coin purse, snatching it way before he spun round and stood with his back against the other mans, "I think you could use a belt." Ashe walked way, a quick cut of his blade had nipped through the mans belt, leaving his trousers about his ankles.

He hummed his old tune as he walked away from the man, eventually slipping into another alley as the man stood in shock, pondering how easily and how quickly he could have lost his life rather than his belt. Fortunately, taking lives was not Ashe's way, least not anymore.