He was probably gonna burn for this, there was no lesson to learn from this either, The alleyway was dead quiet as his spiked combat boot rested on the top of a poor crook's throat, his boot squeaking as he ever so slightly pushed down harder against the male's throat, his piercing dark eyes squinted as he spat next to the guy's head.

"There's no place in this world for nounces like you, mate." He spoke lowly, There was no mercy in his eyes, the guy was child diddler, simple.