Faking a limp as she walked down the street in her disguise, Hazel was aware of the demon and his invisibility spell. Such did not ever fool a fairy! Soon, she entered the town square. There were only a few people out and about on the streets on this dark night, and most were of the unscrupulous thieving type. Perfect. Hazel thought wickedly.
The fairy absolutely loved to play tricks on thieves and burglars, even though she herself wasn't that much different in that regard. However, unlike true thieves, she always gave stuff back but not before having a bit of fun at their expense.
One group in particular caught her eyes then, a rough looking fellow with a black patch over one eye wearing some equally black armor and holding a kukri in one hand, lock picks in the other as he tried to break into a nearby home. Two others of equally devious nature were with him, a man and a woman, the woman wearing a catsuit of deep black, while the other man's face was covered by a mask. Hazel in her disguise seemed to be a perfect target for such a group. Or so they thought.
The second man with the mask alerted his buddies, before saying in a cocky, arrogant manner. "Hey ho, what do we have here? Worthless beggar scum?" They all laughed, and unbeknownst to them Hazel was laughing more, but on the inside. On the outside she kept up her facade of a poor homeless man.
In a strangled, exaggerated voice, the fairy gurgled out in as pathetic a voice as she could manage. "I'm just a poor lonely man, trying to find his way. Got a coin to spare, friend?"
The burglars looked at each other then, before the leader stepped up, the one with the patch over his eye and said to her, "Tell you what scum. The only thing you'll be getting is a blade in the gut. Think of it as a favor of sympathy for your pathetic kind. I'd be doing you a favor."
The others laughed but they weren't laughing for very long. The reason for that being, the awful smell of urine filling the night air as Hazel had discreetly thrown some fairy dust right on the man's crotch, making him lose control of his bladder. The wet patch on the front of his leather pants grew as the others looked to him, disgusted. "Geez, didn't you already take care of that, Bruce?" The woman in the catsuit wrinkled her nose, grossed out by the awful odor.
Bruce looked highly embarrassed, in fact so incredibly mortified was he that he couldn't speak for a moment. "I...." he began, looking confused.
And that was when the chaos began as Hazel cast another glamour on herself, that of a huge dragon! All the thieves this time screamed and ran off, afraid for their lives. Letting the glamour wear off, Hazel reverted back to her normal self, rolling around on the ground in utter hysterics as she laughed and laughed. "Oh, what fun!" she clapped. Looking straight at the invisible demon, she remarked. "Wasn't that fun?!"