[Castle Commons]Vigilante Flavored Justice[Guest Moderation]

[Clyde Sullins]

The man shook his head, at her words. "I am only a man, not a God, and so cannot be everywhere. And perhaps I was not there, when you could have needed me. But still, I must do as I must, and work for the betterment of all. Perhaps by my actions today, or on another, I can stop another from reaching the same fate as you. Can you truly not see, that I am in the right, and that for stealing you are in the wrong, or are you truly that far gone?" Of course, Ana had no way of knowing, that the same thing that drove him, that kept him out every night to protect the right and innocence of the city, was also the thing that would keep him from killing her. He might strike her, and the small wound earlier was nothing serious, but kill her? That was not what he was here for. There were enough brigands and bandits about, who wantonly killed. he was not one of them. He was a warrior of justice. So even though she waited for a blow, to finish her off while she lay on the ground, it would never come. Instead, the vigilante would take a half step back, giving her the room to stand out of range of his attack. But only jut. But if she rose, and tried to run, it would only be a quick step forward, and he would be back in range, and able to strike at her. "Now get up, and choose. You can give me back what you have taken, or we can fight. I promise you, I will win, for I am fueled by what is right and just, and cannot lose against the likes of you thief. As I said, running is not a option."

[Ana Sol Starris]

Right, no choice. None, whatsoever. Inhaling, Ana held her breath for a moment, shutting her eyes with a grim determination to remain the essence of calm composure, but was quickly failing. She did not desire to be in this situation, the fear that had shown itself blatantly came in the form of shaky movements, her hands were clammy, and trembling, holding the sword tightly. Tighter than she had ever done so before. It was fear that made it difficult to stand. Panic gripped her harder than she was her swords handle, but she bit it down, a cold flash, and suddenly a hot flash travelled down her body. There was no way she could talk her way out of this, there was no way she could run away with the limp in her leg. There was only the choice to stand and fight, but what fight could one call this? It would be more of an execution, or a harsh beating, not a fight. He was obviously much stronger than she was, faster, smarter, and delusionally insane. He was no better than Ana, she had stolen coin from a man to feed herself. This rightious moron was doing the same unto her, he was no better than she was. It was a dog eat dog world, especially in the closed off world of Sunberth, what confused Ana was how he didn't see that, it was plainly obvious that nothing would ever change. Despite his efforts. Wasting time. This fool was certainly a waste of her own time and energy as well, she was disgusted. Of course she could just give the bloody pouch to him and be done with his lectures on justice, she exhaled and stood, less shakier than before as the pouch made itself known against her body. Extremely defined. Lowering her blade by an inch, she took the pouch out by the neck and looked at it with interest, not caring if he saw. Her innocence of not being the one to steal had long since flown the coop, but she saw another oppurtunity to retrieve the pouch at a later date, if he couldn't climb, or was fool hardy enough to go chasing after it. There was a glint of apathy wavering in her eyes, an idea forming, if he wanted to return the pouch so badly- he could go fetch it himself. Like a dirty dog of Sunberth. "Fine. You win, I was never good with a blade in the first place.." she meticulously sheathed the blade to her side, watching where the pointy end went carefully. Sighing. This was going to be a very long day indeed. Looking back up at him, her features seemed to calm drastically down, what had been panic before had become a grim defiance. "You want it so badly?" She shook the pouch, taunting him, shaking the contents to make the jingle jingles evident. "Well, you can have it, but you gotta go get it first!!--" Ana in a desperate attempt to remain in control of her brief 'confidence' had wound her arm up as she spoke, cocking it backwards and leaning back as well, she would then launch the pouch into the air. In the direction of the man, but also aimed towards a roof. If she survived this ordeal, she would definitely check back here to make sure she could still get it, if not, well.. Inwardly she promised to actively work against self rightious morons like the one in front of her, he could go petch himself. If there was time to escape, she would begin limping away as fast as she could. If not, well, her fate was sealed.