Anek skidded along the crowded streets with haste, barrelling through people, smashing through stands, ignoring the angry cries his hasty rampage caused. It was supposed to be an simple gig, nothing more. Just get the stuff from the guy and run. He was a rich bastard anyway, a merchant of the so called "Golden Armada". He had money to give and what would one simple scroll cost him?
But the guy had been insistent on holding his property, having drawn a concealed weapon out from his walking cane. Anek had to do what he had to do. It was self defense anyway at that point and the old guy wouldnt die from the stab... at least so he hoped. Murder was punishable to the highest esteem.

And now he had the Eyes after him.

Why did that woman have to see him and scream so bloody loud...

Anek turned a corner to a backstreet. He knew the towns nicks and turns like his own pockets, having grown in these streets, being able to disappear from the police numerous times. But ever since the Eyes of Seraphs moved in, things got a lot harder to avoid. Contacts disappeared, friends went missing, former convicts refused to work in the shade after release. A cold pressure gnawed his temples and set his teeth on edge, trying to muster mental force to push it away.

Too late. At the end of a dark alleway skidded into view a Seraph, silver armor glinting in the sun, feathered wings flared, a quarter staff poised to strike. Anek couldnt back down now, only option was to run, to barge through.

"HALT!" The Seraph shouted moments before Anek barreled into him. He was greater in mass and the bloody Seraph was one of those spindly ones, but something robbed him of his momentum, ending up with him having to roll away and scramble to his feet to escape, Seraph hot in his heels. But then the Seraph stopped to... shout at him.

"This is your second warning citizen! If you do not cease to run, actions will be taken to stop you via force!"

"FUCK OFF!" Anek shouted at the spindly. Who was he to command him, bloody policing asshol...........

The thought slowed down in Aneks mind. He was still running, the light of freedom right ahead... dimming. Push on temple. His face met the walkway.

He was too stunned to even register what was happening outside of his nose bleeding and temple hurting like hell. The Seraph was ontop of him, blabbering his rights while handcuffing him and confiscating his knife, staffs head pressing at the back of his head painfully. How? He was.. had been so far.

"...deemed violent extremis. Your compliance is appreciated and expected from here on now, citizen."

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Random things, now a sergal military police..?

Yeah, I got nothing

Anywhoooo, hope you like this totally random pic! <3

Art & Character:  sylvio
Sergals :  mick39

Inspirational Song:
Threshold - Return of the Thought Police
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw4FgrevIAQ