"Ladies and gentlemen, heroes and whores I am a robber and you are my spoils!" It was a tuesday night, the fog stained windows gives an insight to the snowfall outside of the train. Caressing the metal railings on the very back of the shuttle. "I am a reasonable man, and I wish to only steal your valuables for this time" murder would be bad for his wardrobe, red stink does not bode well with black disguise. He is not a vampire, he is not teeth bared in the depth of the night. He is a robber, one with a cloud over his shoulders and one pointy knife that is long enough to stab two baby heads at once. He calls it prick, named after a bad experience with a cactus. "I know for a fact that you heroes, yes you three in the back are just recruits." she is the strongest of the group, but usage of her powers would not be good for the people inside of this compartment. She would be told to stand down by her alien friend besides her, who can notice the rise of combustible components in the air.
Instead the melee oriented member comes in, luckily this enclosure restricts the use of that massive axe left at the seat. Speed, it gives someone advantages that slower ones cannot enjoy. Healing, the fast kind coupled with slightly above average strength are a common package. Forwards would be too confrontational, and a small knife would be bad against the torso of a healer with a strength advantage. Losing a a weapon in a battle is one thing, but having it 'stuck' on the stomach of the body of someone who can fight back is even more troublesome. Experience yields many results, one account of a broken jaw, two account of an open stomach, several broken ribs but the worst but that won't happen again. A direct approach won't work, but going around this strongman works just fine. The seat to the right is occupied by a child, frozen in motion as the rogue passed on by. Slicing the pie as he peripheral vision marked the back of the hero, looking down. Hamstring. Calves.
One swipe takes care of that, downward motion and butterfly shrimp. Then steel to remove the ACL, done in sequence covered less than second. It is an overtly violent and disgusting display, but it is calculated. 'Avert your eyes if you will, but take note that I can repeat what I did before any of you can manage to send a text to your families.' and with that people developed a thing called common sense, valuables are put out where the rogue can take. One hero down, but he can recover. Two are kept by their ineptitude, and inexperience is a benefit to those willing to exploit. He could always kick the girl on the teeth and asphyxiate her with broken teeth or throw the alien overboard, but he has what he wants. "And that is the end of this story, another page in the tale of ..."
He was gone.
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