Mucked Mugging[Job/Solo]

Job Name: Better days
Job Rank: D-Tier
Job Location: Reim
Job Rewards: 50 XP, 3,000 Huang
Job Overview: As you are walking down the street, you see a man in dark clothes knock a woman to the ground and see him steal her coin purse. She pleads with you to help her. Return her possessions for a reward!

Enemy Info:

It was yet another day in Reim and after many years of being away Liber was still having a bit of trouble finding his way around the industrious streets. The city hadn't changed too much since he was last here almost a decade ago, but then again he was here as a slave and spent most of his time locked away in a building dedicated to selling carnal pleasures as one of it's key merchandise. That being said, Liber never really knew the streets all too well in the first place. But he was learning them now. Years spent training to be an assassin burned the importance of having a good sense of direction into the young man and now he was dedicating every street and back alley into its own little corner of his mind.

While Liber was forging this mental map of Remano, he found himself wandering into an unfamiliar area. For a moment, he lost his bearings and the gradual cartography inside his mind had to be put on hold until he could figure out where exactly it was he'd taken a wrong turn. A sigh left Liber's lips as he began to double back and took in his surroundings. It seemed as though he were on the precipice where the middle area of the city met the poor. On one side of the street the houses were made from fine stone and marble and on the other side buildings appeared to be much older and made from cheaper materials.

Liber was beginning to think about how convenient it would be to disappear into the slums from a street like this when a scream up ahead took his attention...

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Liber's eyes were pulled from the side to his front as he witnessed a young Reim woman dressed in the garb of a middle class citizen was pushed down by a rag bearing sickly looking man. He was wrapped in dark cloths that looked to be the long dirtied clothes of a former slave or someone who'd spent his entire life in the slums. The thief broke into a sprint down the street into the slums where he undoubtedly expected to make a quick getaway. Liber took one look at the woman on the ground and his fists clenched as teeth ground in anger and veins made themselves apparent on his forehead. This kind of oppression and violent taking from others was the antithesis of all his ideals on freedom. Liber would not stand for such acts of villainy before him.

The woman pleased for someone, anyone, to stop the man as though something far more important than mere money was held within the coin purse the mugger had taken. Even had she simply sat there in tears, Liber was already on the job. He started to run and moved smoothly between a jog as he moved past the woman and turned the corner. The rogue was still in sight and Liber advanced into a sprint reaching into his robes to obtain a single needle. The former assassin took careful aim despite his full speed run and swiped the hand with the needle through the air performing a Pressure Prick throw. The needle would fly through the air faster than the thief could run and just before he was about to turn another corner the senbon pierced into one of his legs.

~500+/500 Word Count~
60/80 Stamina

Abilities Used:

As the thief tried to take a step with the now paralyzed leg, he simply toppled over and fell tripping over his own lifeless limb. The time it would take for him to get back up was more than he could spare and somehow the thief seemed to know this. He rolled over onto his back and drew a small knife looking wildly for his attacker just in time to see the beastial glare of an angry fanalis bearing down on him. The mugger let out a horrified scream and lashed out with his blade as Liber approached within distance. The blade would slice cleanly across Liber's chest but his rib cage would protect his vital organs and the knife was too dull to make a real difference. The superficial cut bled, but the thief's bones would shatter. A fanalis fist would fly into the thief's jaw smashing his consciousness from his body as the blow rattled his brain into a concussion. A few more punches were made despite being far from needed as Liber let off some steam and broke the culprit's ribs in two places in doing so.

With his anger released, Liber came to his senses and began searching the man for what he had stolen. The coin purse was in one of his pockets and Liber took it in hand before returning to the woman it rightfully belonged to. Liber was thanked for his efforts with a fair reward and offered a bit more should he take on a position as a full time guard for the woman. Liber simply accepted his meager prize and politely declined the job offer and instead asked for directions to the closest land mark he knew so his mental mapping of the city could resume.