Nar Kazunah

//Woe, introductory post be upon thee. For a guard, Ponyville was one of the best places to be stationed. Whattzis Buckets woke up every day, excited to protect the town he'd grown up in. He loved to patrol the streets, converse with the townsfolk, and help them when they needed it. He particularly liked when the schoolhouse reached out to him to read to the children. They were always so excited to see a guard in person, and he loved to read them stories of the great heroes of old. Today was a normal day for a Whattzis. He had his usual patrol route, with some planned stops here and there to check on some of the townsfolk. He was supposed to be patrolling with his newly assigned partner whom he'd heard of before, but never met in person. He'd heard some... unpleasant... stories about the guy, but figured they were just the other guards stirring up rumors because of stories they'd heard about the country the guy came from. A cry from nearby catches the guard's attention. He jogs towards the source, and turns a corner to see a man accosting a woman. He has a knife in one hand, and appears to be motioning for the woman to hand him her purse with the other. The moment Whattzis rounds the corner, the man's eyes widen, and he reaches out to grab the woman. He spins her around, and places the knife in front of her neck. "Don't!" Whattzis calls out, electricity beginning to crackle around his horn. "Drop the knife! Nobody has to get hurt here!" He commands, but the man shakes his head. "Fat chance! You want to make sure nobody gets hurt? Turn around, and act like you didn't see anything!" The woman looks to him with pleading eyes. The energy around his horn flares momentarily. "Drop the knife, or I'll use force!" The man snarls. "You wouldn't!" He's called his bluff. Wattzis doesn't have enough control over his magic to ensure it won't arc to the woman if he uses it to zap the mugger. Alright. Think! How can you resolve this situation without anyone getting hurt? Whattzis' thoughts are interrupted as a small object impacts the man's hand with force. He hears a soft 'crunch', and the man recoils, dropping the knife to the floor, and releasing his hostage. He cries out in shock, and pain as Whattzis hurries forward to place himself between the mugger, and his victim. Electricity crackles from his horn. He opens his mouth to shout, but a larger, stone object collides with the mugger's head, sending him reeling to the ground. A figure strides into view from his left, and crouches down next to him. The mugger looks up to the figure, tears in his eyes, and soft whimpers escaping his lips. The figure has mute-blue fur, shaggy, brown hair, and a straw hat. Underneath a black coat with yellow trim, he wears a simple tunic sporting the emblem of the Ponyville Guard. "Man. You're pathetic. One little rock to the head, and you start crying like a baby?" The figure shakes his head. Whattzis surmises that this must be his new partner. The figure looks over to the woman, whom Whattzis is currently checking on. He then looks back down to the mugger. "You'd better hope there aren't any cuts, or bruises on that young lady right there." The figure grabs hold of one of the mugger's hands, making sure to leave the fingers exposed. "Because for every cut, and bruise you gave her, I'll break one of your fingers." The figure's voice is low, and sinister. The man begins to quietly plead, and shake his head. This guard's entire demeanor makes Whattzis shudder. This is no way for a guard to behave! "Stop!" Whattzis commands. "He's clearly incapable of resisting! There's no need for such threats!" The figure stands, and looks to Whattzis. His expression changes to one of boredom. "Alright, alright. I'll take him to the station." He leans down again, and grabs hold of the mugger's arms, placing them behind his back before melding stone bindings around them. "Alright then buddy. You get to keep all your fingers. For now." As the other guard turns to walk away Whattzis tells the woman to accompany him to the station, so she can give a statement. Then, the two follow behind the other guard as he guides the mugger through the streets. "You!" Whattzis calls out. "What is your name, and rank?" The figure turns his head to look over his shoulder. "Nar Kazunah. I'm just a humble guard. I assume you're the partner they assigned me to?" Whattzis frowns. He's acting far too casual for a guard! "Whattzi's Buckets! Second Class Patrol Guard! I've been assigned to ensure you follow proper procedure, and protocol when performing your duties!" Nar waves his free hand dismissively. "Whatever you say. Next time, don't take a year to act when a civilian's life is in danger."