A tall figure crouches in the shadows, cautiously watching Renegade. So this was the boy that could do them in? Didn't seem likely. After all, he's just a reaper, and doesn't seem to be all that. Just a kid doing his job. How wrong could a person get?
Vibrant, emerald eyes follow the young male as he glances back, then begins to lift off. A sharp hiss, and a whistle as the trap is sprung, a heavily weighted net entangling obsidian black wings in silver chain links.
A yelp, and the boy is on the ground, fighting to free his wings of the net, although the figure in the shadows knows it would be to no avail. Soon enough, the reaper stops struggling, which confuses the watchful figure, seeing the boy stop to consider something. This isn't what they had expected at all. Their other victims had struggled until they'd been completely spent of energy. But not this one. 'He's smart....' they thought.' 'Too smart...'
Renegade reaches for the sword at his hip, startling the figure in the shadows. This couldn't be happening. He wouldn't sacrifice his wings just to get free, would he?! A reaper's pride and joy were their wings! Of course he wouldn't- but then again, he's not at all what they had expected. Maybe he would...they couldn't let this happen! A sharp order, and seconds later, several figures had Renegade Karma surrounded. He couldn't go anywhere, even if he DID destroy his wings.
The figure sidles from their hiding place and to the tree-line, still hidden by shadows.
"You've got nowhere to go boy! Surrender, and we'll go easy on you!"
