Astaroth raised his hands to tuck in his face-cover more.
"Hey! Slowly! And keep your hands where I can see them!" The soldier yelled at him from behind.
The commotion was garnering unwanted attention for Astaroth, as more soldiers had gathered at the entrance to the alley. He didn't see them, but he could hear the footsteps.
"I'm not looking for trouble." Astaroth replied, his hand suspended mid-air.
"Then do as told and turn around!" The soldier replied.
Astaroth heard the sounds of swords leaving sheaths. He knew things would get dicey if he stayed here.
Of course, he didn't want to kill innocent people, but if they forced him to do it, he wouldn't hesitate. It had become kill or be killed at this point.
Astaroth slowly raised his hands to his makeshift hood, and instead of lowering it, he pulled it further.
"I'm not an enemy, I swear. Just trying to mind my own business." Astaroth said, walking further into the alley.
