[h3]---Friday Evening.-----[/h3] ”STOP” Chengs feet pounded against the pavement, his breath tore at his throats insides like jagged flames of fire. He pushed forward ”STOP YOU GODDAMN PUNK” He yelled as he mustered the strength to clear a low fence with a smooth jump. Infront of him, a terrified young man with a leather jacket and a stolen but thankfully uncharged kinetic rifle, ran. The man had stolen said rifle from a gunshop owner who had been sloppy with his security. Unfortunately for the thief, he had chosen to break in just as Cheng past on patrol. The chase trough the deserted night streets was one of much swearing. ”Shiiiiiit” The man, a scrawny fellow, ran right into a pair of trashcans, and tumbled heels over head down a slope. This did not stop him or slow him down, in fact, he was moving faster down the hill then his running would likely have taken him. The man began to pick himself up slowly after he quite painfully had face planted. ”DAMN” Cheng ran down the hill with a bit more care in his steps, but still not far off. He stopped and approached, pulling up his gun and pointing at the man. ”Hands where I can see them dirtbag” He said, keeping his calm. The battered thief groaned as he complied. The chase was over. --- Some time later. --- ”I need to find another job” David Cheng, Arbiter and chronical whiner, said to his comrade in arms, Elize Molvic. The staut looking, slavic of descent woman shot him a look that could peel paint of the walls. She had a large bruise across her left arm from taking down three drunken miners the other day. She clearly did not have time or love to spare for Chengs pity party. ”You need to work out more. As I am pretty sure only we are stupid enough to hire someone like you” She said with a scoff and a scornfull glare. ”” ”Mhmm. And I am glad for it.” Cheng said as he noted a hole in the sole of his shoes. That would be taken out of his paycheck. ”So, are we still on for saturday” He shot her a smug grin. She huffed and ruffled his hair in turn. ”You better not cancel this time, I havn't seen your handsome ass outside your uniform in over a we-” She got interupted by the locker room door slamming open and a redheaded, young man came clonking inside. He huffed as if he had run a marathon. ”Boss wanna see us. We got some serius shit ahead of us.” [h3]---Saturday Morning.-----[/h3] ”Not a damn word” Elize grumbled. Davids friend was clearly peeved at David having been given a out from their weekly drinking. The arbiter was in full arbiter gear. It fit her better then it did David, she looked downright authoritive and dangerous. Her pissed of scowl did nothing to subtract from it. ”Its not my fault this time.” David shot back. The two stood watching the people gathering infront of the podium and stage. ”Spear, 12 o clock” He noted, pointing towards the man who held a long spear rested against his shoulder. David figured he was a hunter or a mage. The spear was only really used by one out of two kinds of people. Elize confirmed his suspicions. ”That's a mage. I've seen him around before.” Elize noted. ”He won't start anything.” She nodded. ”Heads up. 11'o clock. Two of Jennys boys.” She pointed to two hoodlums loitering at the edges. A third one showed up, smaller then the others. They were classic footpads, dressed in a heavy hoodies that could easily hide any number of blunt weapons and small blades.. The smaller guy would choose a target, stalk him and coral the mark into a alley where the thugs waited. The two arbiters detached from their position by the wall of a inn and sauntered over. ”Excuse me gentlemen.” David said with a grin. The two men turned to face him, a look of worried annoyance on their face. ”We aint done nothing wrong.” The biggest said. He was a Germanic looking fellow with a jaw like a brick and a pair of startling blue eyes that were a bit to close together on such a giant face. David recognized him as Daniel Moss. He shrugged and pointed to the hands inside the hoodies pockets. ”So. I bet you aren't holding a knife there.” H pointed to where the giant thug clearly gripped something inside his pocket. ”nothing illegal with a knife, chief.” The not to eloquent thug started but got rudely shut down by a now tired David. ”Are we going to do this? Really Daniel You have a massive rapsheet. You have to pass licence to carry anything. But tell you what. If you hand over the shiv, I will let you go back to grovel to Miss Dark and Broody.” David shot him a winning smile. The grunt huffed but handed over the rather oversized knife. David noted the heft and tried not to whistle. It was as heavy as his gun. ”Off you three go. Scoot.” He said as the three left. ”Sure we shouldn't tag and bag them?” Eliza raised a eyebrow. ”And ruin the festivities. To much a hassle.” David sait and waved towards a passerby.