Naomi cursed as her mark raced into the sewers. She stored her bow on her back then glanced at the dagger sheathed on her belt. She jumped down from the roof and drew her dagger, it glowed a deep purple light showing the significance of  its magical effect. Each strike that landed would act like the victim was wearing an extra five pounds. She opened up the sewer grate and followed him down, her dagger in hand and ready for an ambush.