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The Hero panted as he ran the through the streets after the figure clad in green. Dark brown leather boots, a dark brown leather bag, a green flowing robe, and a green hood, the last two the same shade of dark, forest green. Not exactly the type to blend in, Sir Reginald Ogleby thought. He heard the pattering feet of his apprentice, Cyrus, behind him. Reginald knew that Cyrus was having a hard time keeping up. Cyrus would have to run faster. The young thief burst through the gates and headed to the glittering lake. Reginald summoned a Flood of Energy and tore after the young man.
When the thief reached the lake, he paused, then jumped onto the water. Onto, because a board of ice appeared below him and he surfed across the lake to the other side. The lake wasn't very wide, but Reginald didn't have a boat. And he didn't think his armor would appreciate getting wet.
"Cyrus? You're doing Thompson's Throwing Tornado minus the sword to the other side of the lake. Delay him while Keeth flies me to the other side. Ok?" "Ok, Reg!"
The burly Hero scooped up his lithe apprentice and threw him the other side of the lake. Cyrus landed right behind the hooded figure, who was staring off into the distance, hands spread out to the sides. Cyrus tackled him and they both almost fell into the lake. Keeth snatching the Hero in his claws and sped him to the other side of the lake where Cyrus and the thief were locked in combat. Finally, which a sweep of his legs, Cyrus tripped the young man and pinned him down. Judging by his slimness and height, this man wasn't older than 18, maybe 17. His face was concealed in shadow from the hood.
"You should learn not to steal," Reginald admonished.
"Heroes!" the youth spat viciously. Last time I tried to save a town, you interfered you got yourselves blown up!"
"Blown up? Yes... I heard about that. Your fault, I assume?" Reginald stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"Look, I'll explain later. If you don't let me go right now, we are going to die. I promise not to run."
Reginald nodded at Cyrus, who let go reluctantly. The youth pulled back his hood to reveal long black hair pulled back into a thick braid. Green eyes, tan skin, angular features, a noticeable scar on her right cheek - Good Gryphons, it was a girl! Cyrus colored noticeably.
She raised her hands in front of her and an ice pedestal grew out of the ground with a gold ring with a large diamond embedded in the center. Using her fingertips, she popped open the casing around the diamond and there was a cloud of glowing green gas in a glass ball. And grain of sand was about to touch the gas. Panic in her eyes, the girl flung her hands to the sky, and with intense concentration, she rocketed the ring up to the sky using a stream of ice that appeared from nowhere. The ring exploded in mid-air, sending a stream of blue lightning down the ice tower. The energy crackled around the girl. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and she collapsed.
Cyrus glanced at Reginald inquisitively. "Now what? She stole the ring, but she saved the lives of everyone in the town from the bomb. Do we leave her here for the authorities," he jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the arriving soldiers. "or do we bring her with us?"
Reginald noticed the two Katheni exiting the gate with Wraith, Brisk, and Toboggan. "Let's take her." He scooped up the light girl and he and Cyrus dissolved into the greenery.
