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In the vibrant streets of Reahj, the air was filled with the harmonious hum of a seemingly perfect day. A young couple strolled hand in hand, marveling at the charm of the city, convinced that nothing could possibly ruin their blissful moment.
"I don't think anything can put a damper on our day," the man beamed, his eyes full of confidence.
But soon something would put a damper on their day.
Just as they exchanged endearing words, the lively atmosphere took an unexpected twist. Enter Amaya Midgar, the notorious bounty hunter with a devil-may-care attitude. Dressed in a mix of worn leather and a cocky grin, Amaya sprinted through the crowd, chasing his elusive target.
"Shit! Move!" In the blink of an eye, the unsuspecting couple found themselves in the midst of Amaya's pursuit. With a swift maneuver to avoid a collision, they stumbled, and their coffee cups went airborne, splattering hot liquid all over them.
"Sorry, ma'am!" Amaya glanced over his shoulder at the couple now drenched with hot coffee, offering the woman a sly smile as he continued to plow through more people on the bustling streets. The man, unfortunately, received no such acknowledgment.
His target was Nicholas Bernard, a petty thief who got too big for his britches on the mainland. Still, he was pretty damn fast.
"You can't outrun me forever Nicholas!" Amaya called out to him with a sense of playful antagonism.
"Fuck off!" the thief yelled colorfully.
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The chase persisted for more time than Anaya would like to admit. There had been a time where Nicholas actually gave him the slip, but after stalking the streets of the city for an hour or so he put eyes on him once again.
He wouldn't let him get away so easily this time. Amaya quickened his pace, playfully taunting his prey from behind as he weaved through the bustling crowd, determined to catch up and—
"Shit! Not again!"The couple Amaya ran into earlier were back in his way, once again with coffee that they must have surely replenished after the last incident.
Amaya's intuition proved correct when he briefly noticed the rising steam visible from their cups. Despite his efforts to maneuver around them, a collision ensued, resulting in the man wearing his coffee again while the woman managed to avoid a repeat dousing.
"Sorry ma'am!" Amaya called again.
——
Amaya deftly pursued Nicholas through the crowded streets, dodging market stalls and sidestepping unsuspecting pedestrians. The chase led them to the outskirts of the city, where a lively river stream danced its way along the edge.
Cornered, Nicholas turned to face Amaya, an air of desperation clinging to him. "Give it up, would ya?," Amaya grinned, feigning sympathy.
Nicholas, fueled by bravado, swung a wild punch. Amaya, ever the agile fighter, bobbed and weaved with a smirk. "That was cute! Next time, try to actually land a hit on me, my friend!"
A rowdy crowd gathered, enjoying the unexpected street theater. Nicholas swing many times and missed many times, Amaya mostly reserved himself but landed one good crack at his jaw. Unfortunately, that punch caused Nicholas to fumble backward, grabbing Amaya by the collar. They both lost balance and tumbled into the river with a splash.
Now floating downstream, their waterlogged fight continued. "Now look what you did!" Amaya yelled.
Nicholas, sputtering water, replied, "Me?! You're the one who started it!"
As they drifted along, fists still flying, the chaos unfolded to the amusement of onlookers along the riverbank.
——
Another hour passed before Amaya sauntered into the authorities' office, dragging a thoroughly drenched and unconscious Nicholas. He nonchalantly dumped his bounty onto the ground with a resonant thud.
The man behind the counter regarded Amaya with a skeptical gaze. "What happened, exactly?"
Amaya, resembling a waterlogged mutt, shook out his hair and offered a sly grin. "Went for a swim," he said. "Got any coffee?"
