Tales of the Broken: Roses in the Wind

Chapter Five: Vigilante

     "Your big bad friend ain't here, kid. So cough it up."

The kid was terrified of the man trying to rob him, he was at least three times the size of the kid. The robber grabbed the kid by the neck and slammed him against the wall,

"Spit out your money!" Roared the robber.

A muted shing noise came from the rooftops, the robber didn't notice, but the kid did.

"What're you looking at? I'm right here, ain't I?" The robber yelled, his spit flying into the kids face.

Too late before the robber turned to look at where the kid was fixed on before a dagger found it's way into his hand. The robber let go of the kid, gripping his hand desperately. The robber looked up on the rooftops, seeing a strange silhouette above him. The form leaped off the building, landing on a wall and skidding down it.

"Scram." Said the figure to the kid, who promptly ran behind the figure down the alleyway.

The robber looked at the figure with bloodlust in his eyes, ripping the dagger from his hand, causing him to scream in pain again. The robber used the dagger as a weapon against the figure, who smoothly slid in and out of the dagger's reach.

The figure pulled back an arm and shot it forward, going as fast as lightning, striking the robber in the nose. The robber came back up with a bloody nose, and with a cut. The sudden movement barely caught the figure off guard, cutting a small wound on their nose. The figure came back with a vengeance, pummeling the robber. After awhile, some other men, around the same age as the robber, came around the corner,

"Robert, what's taking so lo- Oh hell." Said one

Robert snarled, "Stop standing there and help me!"

The figure raised their hands, ready for a fight. The criminals rushed forward, most of them having bludgeons for weapons. The figure swiftly dodged most of the attacks, only being hit by Robert and the dagger. The figure would launch a storm of counter attacks every time
they dodged an attack or was struck by one. If they were ever hit by an attack, their counter would hit harder, and faster. The figure fought ferociously, even though their were outnumbered, it appeared Robert and his friends were outmatched. The figure unsheathed their sword, slashing left to right, then sheathing the sword onto their back again in one fluid motion. The faint sound of police sirens wailed in the distance, and the figure turned her their ear to the sound. The figure grabbed the back of Robert's head and slammed him against the brick wall with immense force,

"Remember the name 'Vika.'" The figure said, then ran off into the alley out of sight just before the police rushed down the alleyway, making their arrests. The kid that Vika had saved was the son of the police chief,  so they ran and told their father about what happened, who burst out in a rage, immediately sending a dispatch to arrest the criminal. Vika wondered how much of a surprise it was when they found not one, but four criminals laying unconscious on the ground.