Seeing guards running in his direction, the theif grasps his sword tightly, and when the guards see the infamous multi-sword belt, a few of them stop, while the rest continue the chase. The theif smiles a bit and draws his sword, speaking its name quietly, too quietly for the guards to hear, though it sounds like a simple name. "Don't you think these odds are a bit one-sided?" He asks with a slight smirk.<br/>"Thars no such thing as one-sided against a theif..." The largest guard says, drawing his sword.<br/>"I meant for you..." He says before swinging his blade once in a simple cross-stroke, followed by a diagonal slice upward to the left, a downward strike, and then spins himself forward a couple steps before swinging the blade firmly towards the guards, a large shockwave of energy ripping from the blade, bowling over the guards. While it doesn't really injure them, it gives him ample time to dissapear into the alleys, soon finding his way to a large pole, which seems to have a short leap into some sort of building.<span style="font-style: italic">One would assume this to be a wonderful place for a theif... Perhaps I should drop in...</span>he thinks with a slight smirk, leaping from the pole towards the structure.