"Bastard cut me," he said, glancing down at his wet pants leg, the blood black in the moonlight. "I don't think it's deep. Let's get that basket between us and get the Void out of here before we've got the guard on top of us, too." He wasn't keen on having to write an incident report if he could get around it. If he did that every time he got jumped by some thug with more greed than sense, he'd be buried under a mountain of them.

He didn't imagine that either the smite or the panicked shout had gone completely unnoticed. If it didn't bring the law running, it might bring other sorts, crazy blood mages or the Coterie looking to make the streets a little less safe one piece of the law at a time. They never seemed to distinguish much between guards and knights. It was all the same to them, an obstacle to get rid of. Wouldn't they think it a prize if they could take out the Knight-Captain?