Snippet #976073

Aslan wandered around the dark streets, bored out of his mind. His weird get-up was getting him odd looks, but he just seemed like another night owl or something. There wasn't a lot going on in the streets, no thieves of muggers to kill. He would go after gang members, but Nemesis was with them now, so he couldn't, which was really disappointing.

"Help!" cried a woman's voice from up the street. Aslan ran towards it to find some low-street slug trying to steal a woman's purse. Classic scenario, but it would give him something to do. Aslan quickly ran up to the two, and stared down at the man, who quickly became intimidated. Aslan grabbed the lady's purse, and gave it to her. "I would run, quickly," he said with a smile, which she did promptly. When she was out of sight, Aslan pulled out his sword, and smashed it into the ground in front of the mugger. A pulse of flames shot out at him, burning him to a crisp. Doing that made him feel a bit tired, but it was fun. He hadn't used his sword in a little while. Aslan walked down the street and sensed something. "Alters..." he said to himself. He looked across the street and saw a woman looking into the alley. There are some nemesis' in there too.

Aslan walked quietly across the street, and peered into the alley. The woman looking into the alley was looking down at what looked like a homeless boy. There seemed to be one more though. He looked to the end of the alley and saw who he recognized as Madame Rose, pointing a pistol at this woman. This woman must be Aegis.

"What's going on here, Rose?" asked Aslan, as he pulled out his sword again.