Pony gave his surroundings a quick scan, and seeing no one watching him, he dashed after his target. Pony's hands closed into fists, and they began to glow with a milky white light.
He was longer wearing his horse mask, since he had decided to mingle amongst the locals to trail his target.
Instead, he wore an enormous cloak, with a large hood accompanied by a small scarf that obscured the bottom half of his half. This wasn't uncommon for Ridgeback, since there were many men of status and power who wished not to be recognized when they visited the grimy city.
Pony turned the corner, and where he expected his target to be facing away from him, defenseless, the young merchant stood waiting for him, a sharp pointed dirk in his hand, glowing a slight yellow color.
