Constant Vigilance
There he stood, the night as deep and black as pitch the light of his smoldering cigar the only illumination for miles. He walked on, down the dark and lonesome road, shimmering with the cool remnants of a late night rain. The tall man wore a deep black robe and black leather boots to match, he had a pale face with blonde hair. Here he walked, down a long deserted road, hand on hip.
"Constant vigilance" he muttered to himself, narrowing his brown eyes, on every alley way, every crevasse, every lonesome window that lined the road on which he stood. His callused hand hovering idly over his right hip, every sound triggering a twitch in the mans fingers. He put out his cigar on the cold wet ground and put it into his pocket to throw away later. A small clatter came from down the road and the man's fingers tightened around a long stick he had fastened to his hip. Footsteps from all around crashing down, the man yelled out.
"Lumos Maxima!" A blinding light burst out of the stick, rocketing toward a near-by store front.
"STUPEFY!" Shouted several men from all sides, but the man was faster.
"Protago!" he countered before the blazing jets of red light came near him, and he locked his sights on one of the men around him. " expelliarmus!" he shouted this time pointing the rugged wooden stick at one of the assailants. The enemy's weapon went flying and the man stomped on it, splitting it in half, narrowly dodging another, more ominous spell. He targeted another one of the attackers. "Petrificus Totalus!" the opponent's arms and legs snapped quickly together, causing him to fall on his face. Two more. "Protago! Confring-" a gloved fist hit him squarely in the gut, almost knocking him off of his feet. "Damn it!" He whipped around, only to be punched in the face. He stumbled slightly. "Levicorpus!" he shouted, pointing in the direction of his attacker, a slow trickle of what could only be blood coming from his nose and the man dove away from another, bright green beam of light. "Confringo!" he yelled for the final time, sending the last standing attacker flying in a small explosion. The man bound the criminals and walked into the thick black night.
FIN.