Eventually, Sajan's strategy paid off. The robber exhausted himself attempting to keep up with her unrelenting assault and ended up disengaging from his card and collapsing. The day belonged to her. As he lay there on the ground, she instinctively aimed her kirpan at his neck. It would be effortless to finish him off in this state, and she certainly felt a gnawing urge to hurt him for all the trouble he had given her, not to mention the general monster he had proven to be. However, between the judging gaze of the Guru that she felt on her back, and her own misgivings over executing a defenseless man no matter his crimes, she could not bring herself to do it. Earlier, she had made up her mind to kill him for the sake of saving others. Not only had she ultimately failed to do that, but now there was no way he could rise from this place without someone intervening. 

Against her impulses, she gathered both him and his card from the ground. She would hold onto the card for now, but she had serious misgivings about ever trying to tap into it. She could not be certain of its nature, but it had certainly aided and abetted a vicious criminal. Swiftly exiting the burning alley, Sajan brought the man over to her car, which had fortunately escaped fire damage so far. She briefly mused that it would be terribly ironic if he had managed to burn her car with his arrows, as he would have been responsible for killing his comrade, or brother, or whoever he was to him, as he was still inside. Propping him up, she tore a piece of his clothing to bind his wound with. Hopefully, she could at least stop him from bleeding out. She called out to one of the nearby Muninn workers, saying, [color=8dc73f]"Does anybody here know first aid?"[/color] With luck, somebody among them might be able to stabilise the man a bit better. Regardless, Sajan phoned the foundation to report in.

[color=8dc73f]"Ms. Miller, I've subdued the target. Where do you want them?"[/color] She hadn't been here long enough to become overly familiar with how Muninn dealt with its prisoners. Either way, she would be prepared to deliver these two wretches to whatever awaited them. 

[@The Irish Tree]