Back-alley Shenanigans. [Mission;Private]

You know, for a country that put so much pride in it's law and order, there was something to be said for the fact that this place was filled to the brim with criminals. He wasn't entirely sure why, but when he had been in Reim, almost nobody had tried anything with him. 

The only people who had actively tried to go against him had been travelling criminals, like those guys who had been hunting down the merchant. Now that he was here, it seemed like every other alleyway that he went into he was going to get accosted by some selfish bastard looking to make a quick buck.
 
Maybe it was because of the fact that, in Reim, when you saw a Fanalis there was a high probability that they belonged to the Fanalis corps, and so people were hesitant to attack someone that could be a military veteran. Or, maybe they just had a higher level of respect for their fellow man. 

These people here had absolutely no respect for their fellow man, he thought, groaning ever so slightly at the fact that he was currently being held at knife point by some men who clearly had no idea who they were dealing with. 

Half an hour ago he'd been kicking the shit out of some guards for getting mad at him stopping their little illicit business venture, but now? Now he was on the receiving end of the universe's shit again. Not that they could actually pose a threat, but there was something very convincing about being ringed by six armed men. 

"Give us your money!" The first man, wearing a bandana to hide his face, ordered. Hardly original, Alek thought as he kept his hands up. 

"Why should I? You're probably just going to stab me anyway. It's not like you have any reason not to just do it once you have the money." There was a truth to this, something they clearly weren't wanting to admit 
"well, we'll postpone stabbing you for thirty seconds if you give us your money."

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"Thirty seconds isn't much." Alek complained for a few seconds, before his hand slammed up to the knife that was being held by the guy immediately in front of him. The metal gauntlet that he constantly wore made a chiming metal noise as he sent the knife flying through the air, sliding around on the alleyway's cobblestones before the poor fool who had just signed his own warrant for punishment. 

His eyes opened slightly in shock, obviously not expecting the person that he was holding at knife point to be the one showing him how things worked in this town. Still, Alek grinned wickedly; he needed to have a little bit of stress relief right now, and these guys had just volunteered to be the punching bag. 

The man, clearly about to say something berating about "how he had no idea what he'd just done", didn't have time before a fist hit him square in the face, sending him flying backwards into the brick wall. The brick wall, surprisingly, wound up with a large, body-shaped indent on it, showing just how powerful that punch was. 

Turning around as if on a dime, he turned his attention to the people standing behind him and, with a quick clearing of his throat, he uttered out a single, well-tuned bellow. 

"FAAAAAA". The note was a little more high-pitched than usual, causing those unfortunate enough to be in the area to clutch their ears in pain, whilst those standing directly in front of him when he let the cry out went flying back, actually going so far as to exit the alleyway whilst still in thin air, before coming down in the middle of the street. 

He hoped that didn't draw too much attention as he still had two fully-functioning (albeit semi-deafened) bandits to deal with before he had the opportunity to get out of here. He didn't need to garner any more attention than he had already, and the only reason why he'd used that cry was because it was quicker than using any other type of attack. 

Or... maybe he could have just used that pit-fall trap idea, he thought before wanting to hit himself for not thinking about that. 

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The final two were already running by the time that Alek turned around to follow them. It was almost hilarious that they were running away from him after they had been the ones trying to attack him. They could give it but they couldn't take it, he thought with a wicked little grin. These people were always hurting others, and yet they were so overly obsessed with their own well being that they would run away the moment it seemed like they were about to be beaten. 

"Where, exactly, do you think you're going?" Alek asked, without getting an answer. Of course they weren't going to answer him, and it wasn't like it mattered that they didn't since it was rhetorical. The question, as it was, was obvious. They were going as far away from him as it was physically possible to be. They were virtually wetting themselves with fear at this point. 

Throwing himself forwards, Alek lashed out with his feet, knocking the one on the right to her back - Well, he assumed it was a her, the voice was high pitched but the boy might have just been a eunuch. Their outfit didn't exactly make it easy to see their gender. She was in pain, but she was alive, even if it didn't seem like she would be moving any time soon, given the bone sticking out of her leg and all. 

The only remaining one was almost out of the alleyway, almost out in public, before he felt his head slam against the brick wall, knocking him flat out cold. There was almost certainly some sort of brain-damage, but as Alek took his hand away from the idiot's head, he honestly couldn't have cared less. They deserved whatever suffering they got as far as he was concerned. 

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