You didn't know how this happened.
It had to have been one of the greatest misfortunes you could have experienced thus far. You'd been humming away to your music on your way to work when a man in all black, a hood covering his head had barged past you and snatched almost everything any passer by was holding. Phones, wallets, bags. Anything. People had yelled, bellowed, growled. All in anger and frustration as this man stole prized possessions from innocent passers-by.
You'd felt blessed that as the hit and run had been committed, you still managed to have a firm grasp on the phone in your hand, but that blessing was incredibly short lived.
"Hey!" A voice had bellowed across the mumbling crowd. You turned, surprised to see a stunning woman, almost marching her way towards you. The aura she emitted was suffocating. People seemed to part away from her as she stormed her way through the centre of the high street, and that's when you realised the misfortune. You were also wearing a full black attire, your black hoodie up and casting a shadow over your face.
"Oh. Hell." You muttered.
The woman was almost to your position and a long, glistening, blade had formed in her left hand, making you swallow. Some people flinched as it formed, others yelping in surprise and sudden fear. You felt your heart momentarily stop and everything seemed to blur, the world ever so small. You turned, terrified, scrambling past people. You didn't know why you ran, God it was a terrible idea for sure. Now you truly did look like the criminal.
But you kept going, slipping your way through the crowd, until the words of those hunting you had caught up and someone, knowing you were trying to escape, jutted out their foot and you came tumbling to the floor. You groaned, feeling the effects of the hard, rough concrete against your hands and shoulder. Panicking, you turned, hoping to see the woman in the distance still.
"You've got five seconds to explain yourself before I strike you where you stand," said the woman, now standing at his feet, her hand high above her head, sword in hand, glowing with malicious intent.
