He was so close. So close to getting that purse of coin. But the victim knew what was going on. Before Virde knew it, the man had grabbed hold of his arm and roughly threw him on the ground. The thief cried out in both pain and shock, trying to scramble away, but the man had held him down using his foot and pulled his arm back. Pain razed up and down his arm, making Virde scream in pain once more. The man leaned forward and started to tell him that, where he was from, they could cut off his hand. Oh no. He’d wouldn’t want that. He felt as if he was going to lose his arm to this… savage brute, but thankfully, he stopped just before he could tear it off [of course, Virde was just over exaggerating]. He thanked Naga that the man seemed like he had [i]finally[/i] lost interest in the poor, scavenging thief, he yanked him back to his feet and dragged him away from the crowd.

The man pulled away his stolen goods, tearing apart Virde’s heart at the same time. There went his good food and wine. There went his shelter. And there went all of the pretty women he could spend the night with for just a few coins. [b]”I don’t—“[/b] before Virde completed his sentence, the man in armor raised his sword and struck him across the knees with the blunt side of his sword. Pain racked him again, and he bit his lip so he wouldn’t scream. But more blows came and they just wouldn’t let up. Whimpers and blubbering came from his lips, along with the occasional pleading and cry. And he absolutely hated it. There he was, an exceptional thief, begging as he was beat to a pulp with the blunt edge of a blade. He just hoped that he could at least end his suffering… that way, he wouldn’t have to steal ever again.

Virde was pulled to his feet again, but his legs were like jelly, and every time he applied pressure to them, pain slithered up them like a snake. Virde could hardly walk as he was led back to the crowd. [b]”Please… don’t…”[/b] he whimpered. [b]”I’m just a thief… I have nowhere to go. I have no home, no life. That’s why I steal.”[/b] he glanced up at him. [b]”I need money to eat… to survive. I’ll die if I can’t feed myself… and I think you broke my legs...”[/b]