You try to outsmart them by taking sharp turns down different alleyways, but they are just too fast. They are right behind you the whole time. You start to get tired, but push on. As one of the thieves gains on you, he trips you up and you fall to the ground. You grazed your face on the hard tarmac. As you try to get up, the thief pins you down. You struggle to get away but he is too strong.
The other thief, who is carrying the sword walks up to you. He grabs your hair and forces you to look at him.
"Got'ya now, you little punk." He says, smugly. You were sure that he was smirking behind his mask.
"So, what should we do with him?" The other one asks.
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