33rd of Spring 512AV
Things like this seemed to happen every time he tried to make a delivery. The running, the yelling, the chasing. He sprinted down the alleyway, running as fast as he could from the group of thugs that pursued him, letter tucked safely away in his pack. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, the cloak barely concealing his wings as it billowed behind him. As he turned the corner, he saw another one of the thugs running down the street towards him. There were not several at his back and one at his front. He decided that dealing with the one man in front of him would be easiest.
Slowing down for an instant, Shadowfang drew a throwing dagger and chucked it at the charging man. It would have missed, in fact it should have missed, hut it seemed that lick was on his side. The dagger flew a lazy ark through the air and its hilt bounced off the man in the forehead. The young man was stunned and stumbled, putting a hand on the spot where the dagger had struck. Shadowfang took his chance and returned to a dead sprint and reached his hand out at the thug's face. He felt his claws sink into a soft spot and the man screamed. His momentum kept him moving forward shoving his first two fingers into the man's eye sockets. The man fell backward, screaming, and Shadowfang used his own force and the force of gravity to slam the thug's head into the ground.
He pulled his fingers out of the man, scrambled for his dagger, and began his frantic sprint once again.
He rounded another corner and ran down the street, then another corner and ran down that street, then another, then another. His sprint was taking a toll on him and his breath was becoming heavy and labored and his side was cramping something terrible. He needed to find a place to rest and soon. He rounded another corner and instantly pushed off of his left leg and barged through the first door he saw. What awaited him inside, was the surprised face of a human man. "What the!?" the man exclaimed as he reached for a sword.
Without hesitating, Shadowfang pointed toward one of the broken windows and said "I went that way." then quickly dove out the window on the opposite wall, leaving the very confused human behind.
As soon as he was out the window, he dove through a window to a different house - this one was luckily abandoned - then exited that house through another window. He rolled as he hit the ground in order to protect his legs but twisted his wing in an awkward position when his did so. Staying crouched low to the ground, he crept towards the end of the tiny alleyway and waited, listening for the group of thugs and dearly hoping he had lost them. He could hear them around the area of the first house he had broken into so he took his chance to move right then. He slipped out of the alleyway and set off in another taxing sprint towards the Knight's Armory.
