Lagging behind Snagglefoot, Chris sees him nearing the end of the street...with no sign of her partner. Where was Hawk?! Snagglefoot was going to get away at this—

Ah. Hawk preferred dramatic entrances.

"Mother of—" As the winged man lands before him, Snagglefoot skids to a stop only to lose his balance and fall backwards onto the cobblestones. "What the bloody 'ell are you?!" He attempts to scuttle backwards, only to find himself sandwiched between knight and Monstrum. And like Hawk, Chris also has her sword out now as she approaches.

She glances up at Hawk. "I see your name is well-chosen." She notes drily, before turning her attention to the cowering thief at her feet. "And as for you Miffen, the red bag on your belt, please." She extends her empty hand to the thief expectantly.

"...Shite." Recognizing it's a fair cop, he reaches for the bag of stolen gems with an angry growl.

"Very good. Hawk, the restraints if you'd be so kind?"