A black streak, only the trained eye could have discerned Mithias as he dashed across the courtyard toward the perpetrator. Blade flashed in the light as he swung himself up to the rooftops. The being he was after had fallen into a pile of manure and was stuck. Mithias looked at him from the ledge. He pointed a blade. "You tried to burn the Kingsley manor with an explosion? You'll pay for that."