notice: chapters on unfinished acts may undergo constant rewrites. The updates may come every other day. Oh! I'm also pretty terrible at writing stories.
Act 1.1
"Thief!"
With the word of the chief guard cutting through the noisy streets of the Bazaar, the great castle gates that barred entrance for most folk blew open with great force, as if in response to the authoritative man's wail of alarm. A figure in cloak bursted out of the opening gateway, its speed almost incapable of being captured by naked eye- appearing as just a passing blur of darkness... before it suddenly slowed.
"Contiarte."
In just those few short moments a hand appeared from within, fetching a white sheet of paper which it smacked to the ground, and a massive tower of air exploded upwards- letting the rogue swim with it's current and rise from the ground and land on the top of the long stretches of the tiled roof the walled the lively streets, away from its pursuers, that forces of the law that had a little bit more than a hard time catching up with its maneuvers.
"Haah-"
"Oh dear-"
"My lungs are burning-"
The gasps and pants of the herd of policemen slowly surfaced as they make their way through the hastily opened gates, barely keeping form and mostly staggering to hit the ground moments later. At the tail of said mob a man of a more ornate uniform jogged alongside the others, clearly less fatigue, but upon closer inspection one would see his bloodshot eyes fixed firmly to a squint that belied his discomfort of another variety.
Even with his bleary eyes this man took on the tired nature of the others, remembering the almost endless chase they had experience following the cloaked person around the different corners of the noble walls.
"What conniving scum." The squad leader spoke inwardly, a grim frown encroaching on his features as he spots the fleeting dot of the criminal. Only through another way would he catch the bastard, quite fortunate was it that he had the means to execute it, too. Without much fanfare he reached underneath his coat, fishing what looked to be crystal clear glass, adorned with a metal frame of odd design. He pressed a protrusion on the frame, displaying the gadget's UI on its glass, before raising it to his ear.
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The rooftop crackled with every step the figure took on its escape, but drowned out by the jovial noises that permeated the famous market ring of Lotta Quiconte no one had bothered to look up to see the mysterious person move.
"That took longer than I'd hope."
The amount of mana that was spent in the previous run was a much high, nearly draining all reserves, and would have done so if another unexpected factor blocked the way. While using Consiate was much less expensive than using the far stronger alternative Congiate, the number of uses it had gone through took a considerable toll. There was a hope that there would no longer be any more use for the speed-reinforcing enchantment, one that was shattered when an armada of bullets peppered against the person's trail.
A brief moment of surprise was all the noble knights needed, and with their little distraction they had managed to gain enough time to pepper the cloaked figure with bullets, tearing multitudes of holes into its form, before having it unceremoniously fall into the streets below. Soon afterwards, they would come to check the body of the fallen criminal, only to find the remains of the tattered cloak, and nothing else.
"It's seems we've lost him, again."
"Continue the search still, we cannot have him escape the confines of this city."
"Sir, our only recognizable lead was-"
"I. don't. care! We must retrieve that sword!"
"....no matter the cost."