The evasive

That night Panther couldn't help but thirst to confront the bandit. You see Panther had a thirst for doing stupid dangerous things which she barely sorted out. She felt guilty but what could she do, sit around and wait for him to slit her throat? She was the commander of have of Luna's private army for Celestia's sake! She may not be the most battle ready commander but she was quick, swift, and clever. Though now she was going to face one trained robber who could kill her if she weren't careful. The thought made fear swallow her but she was determined to stop him. So she took off into the night as silent and fast as a mouse.

After a while she saw the billowing movement of a cloak and looked down to see him with his dagger held in his crimson aura and his bag on his back. Close to a nervous breakdown but still stubborn and achingly mischievous she carried on.

  Landing carefully and silently on a cloud she peered over to see him closing the distance between him and Fleur. Panther groaned. Not again. She crept forward, spread her stone gray wings, and arced her back eyes trained on his every movement. Then she swooped down fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. With a lightning fast cuff to the head and the refreshing sound of a surprised cry Panther hovered a few feet above him. He snapped his head up, his hood sliding back to show wavy short locks of chestnut hair, and jabbed his dagger at her. She shrieked as the oncoming blade barely missed her and zoomed around him paying no mind to the screaming Fleur who was desperately trying to help Panther. Panther felt a cold sweat breakout on her forehead and wiped it off. She had to get away, now! With one more dangerously deadly encounter with the knife and a punch to his chest she flapped away shaking.

Panther collapsed on her couch but was soon aroused by  the sound of struggle and yelling. She ran to the window to find the guards pinning him down and readying a mobile prison carrige.