Miqeul fumbled slightly with the device in his hands with an intense look of concentration plastered over his face. He ignored the approaching guards. After two more seconds of reassembling, a sharp click from the object in his hands brought the slightest of smirks to his face.
“Got it.” After rising to his feet he turned in the opposite direction of the guards. “Let’s go.”
The pair of thieves found themselves back within the bustling atmosphere of the bazaar with hundreds of citizens crowding the streets. They ignored another shouted order from the guards to halt their escape and continued down the street.
“Time to see if any of this was worth it.” Miqeul said before stopping near the center of the road and turning to face the guards.
The ranking officer came to a halt with about ten feet and twenty civilians separating him and his men from the fugitive thieves. “Drop whatever it is you’re carrying and get down on the ground!”
All three guards drew thin bladed swords with fanciful hilts ready to defend themselves. Every time the ranking officer, Rorbel Stigmantun drew his blade the thought of how little protection town guards were given always crossed his mind. All royal guards were issued a basic leather vest of armor to wear beneath the coverall like uniforms they were issued. But this could barely be referred to as adequate protection. A straight thrust from almost any decent blade could easily penetrate the vest. Not to mention the fact arrows and crossbow bolts cut through the armor like paper. Bronze and steel armor were reserved for soldiers on the borders of the kingdom and palace guards.
“No. Don’t think that’s on my to-do list today.” Miqeul responded with no real traces of sarcasm in his voice.
“Men, advance!” Rorbel commanded.
A crowd began forming around the two thieves and three guards. Miqeul took a step back and then held up the device he retrieved from the house. The object was black and appeared foreign to everyone who laid eyes upon it, including the guards. Miqeul’s hand tightly gripped the rear end of the device, which fit snuggly into his palm. The front end of the black gadget extended about an inch or two outwards with a hole decorating the center of the snout. Miqeul’s finger slid onto a small thin appendage that curved upwards.
Miqeul lifted his hand, aiming the front end of the device towards the sky. “I don’t think you wanna do that.”
An ear-piercing bang erupted from the black foreign object causing everyone on the street to jump and scream with shock, including Rorbel’s men. The lead guard himself took a reflexive step back with a wide eyed look of bewilderment.