As he strode confidently down yet another random alley, he heard a quick step and a jab in the back as a mugger tried to shiv him. The knife tore his clothes, glancing off his burnished golden scales and dislodged a few gemstones that spilled onto the ground behind him. The crook was taken aback by the response he got, and by what spilled from his back. " What the.." he muttered.
Turning around, Asclepius's eyes burned brilliant gold, the irises narrowing like a cat's, almost disappearing. " Look at that. You ruined my suit! And you knocked some of my favorites off my back! " He reached back, sticking his finger in the gaping hole, his scales shining out from underneath.
" What the heck, man! You got some crazy stuff going on. You better gimmie yer money or the next jab will be in yer eye, man!"
Now Asclepius was getting angry. He didn't like being threatened, even though he was out looking for crooks. He grabbed the crook by the collar, but the thief took a swing with his knife at his chest, again it glanced off his golden scales as the clothing split to reveal the splendor.
The crook's eyes got very round when he saw the golden scales pressed with countless gemstones embedded within, which gave Asclepius time to clock him hard enough to knock him out.
Annoyed at the inconvenience, Asclepius hefted the unconscious mugger over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and hauled him off to the authorities.
" This man tried to mug me," complained Asclepius to the clerk, who was rather speechless.
Turning around, Asclepius's eyes burned brilliant gold, the irises narrowing like a cat's, almost disappearing. " Look at that. You ruined my suit! And you knocked some of my favorites off my back! " He reached back, sticking his finger in the gaping hole, his scales shining out from underneath.
" What the heck, man! You got some crazy stuff going on. You better gimmie yer money or the next jab will be in yer eye, man!"
Now Asclepius was getting angry. He didn't like being threatened, even though he was out looking for crooks. He grabbed the crook by the collar, but the thief took a swing with his knife at his chest, again it glanced off his golden scales as the clothing split to reveal the splendor.
The crook's eyes got very round when he saw the golden scales pressed with countless gemstones embedded within, which gave Asclepius time to clock him hard enough to knock him out.
Annoyed at the inconvenience, Asclepius hefted the unconscious mugger over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and hauled him off to the authorities.
" This man tried to mug me," complained Asclepius to the clerk, who was rather speechless.
