Green with Guilt

[Demetri Malius]

It wasn't long before the thief was using his disguise to commit minor thefts throughout the city. With his suppression, bringing items out of the stores through the scanners was no problem. In fact, it was even boring. Where was the adrenaline, the guards aitting at every corner, "citizen this", "citizen that". It was all rather nonchalant.

If he wanted to really get some action and test this place. He would have to do the one thing theives would not try to do. Get caught.

Now, there wasnt much of his liking to take. Simple trinkets were no longer valuable to him. That is until something came across his senses.

"Creator, there is another prime here. We are getting a lot of interference trying to detect and analyze him, it is most likely that he has your ability to mask himself, just as you do."

Demetri stopped for a moment, using the advantage of his disguise to get closer, pretending to be a jester as he sqwuaked here and there.

"I see, what can we tell so far?"

"Most of his omnilium reserves seem to be focused on his combat ability and his sword. He must be a guard or warrior of the sort. He is likely more advanced than you are."

"What if we were to remove the sword?"

"It may be extremely difficult to do, but its possible. A weapon with that much omnilium enforced in it may be a bit heavy in your hands."

"Of course. I wouldn't think otherwise. Perhaps in the future we should focus on being able to wield these weapons efficiently. But that is for a later date. Now what are the chances that I will be able to take this weapon?"

"Approximately ten percent chance that you will succeed, his skills are rather impressive."

"So be it, it will be a true test of the security here. If we can get away, we can consider anything in Ambrosia ours for the taking."

With a grin the thief created his projected image as he faded in his own chicken suit, his duplicate squawking away. Demetei snuck behind the prime, cautious and silent footsteps as his hand reached forwards. It was a still moment before his fingers grasped the hilt, and by the time the man had reached to his side his weapon was gone.

With a twirl the thief stabbed the sword through the suit and shoved it into his leather satchel, the blade dissapearing into the void and vanishing from sight.

"You bastard! Hand me back my weapon.... thief?"

The demon hunter turned to find himself faced with a man in a giant chicken suit. Not exactly who he was expecting to have swiped his sword. With a grit of his teeth he yelled out again.

"You heard me, you thief?"

The image faded as the real chicken-thief was already climbing upon the nearest building, small chains grapsing the roof as he climbed up.

With his image gone, Demetri took a glance to see his pursuer. The black and white imaging IRIS privided was clear and crisp as he watched the angry warrior charge forwards to him.

What worried the thief most was his own weight. The chains were starting to strain as he felt himself slowed by the trophies in his satchel. Certainly this would not be good for the pursuit.

Demetri has miraculously stolen Mugen, and is now slowed by the items in his satchel. Speed reduced to 4.