Huttser, also known as The Voltaic Wolf, was patrolling from above the Nova Ventus city. His brown eyes scanned the town below, ears perked for any signs of help or distress. Soon enough he spotted a small tug-o-war in one of the alleys. It seemed like an old woman, quite a feisty one at that, was in the process of being mugged.

Sirens sounded in the distance as he landed on the hard concrete, quickly surveying the situation. The assailant was a brute of a man, unkempt, eyes bloodshot. Man seemed almost rabid, probably dealing with symptoms of withdrawal from any of the new synthetic drugs plaguing the city. He made a mental note to herself to try and track down the source, although he was aware that he might lack the wits needed for such endavours.

"Unhand that bag, villain!"

Huttser exclaimed, his tone firm, booking no argument. He stood proudly, arms on his waist and gave the man a stern look.

The man looked at him for a moment and snarled.

"Oh, go fuck yourself, fucking DILFdogman."

He yanked the purse harder, managing to tear it out of the old woman's grasp. She fell back and Huttser swooped in to catch her before she hurt herself while the man took off running.

"You'll never catch me!"

He screamed, as he jogged away, panting hard, clearly not used to any sort of physical exercise. Huttser stared after him, baffled for a moment.

"Aren't you going to go after him, sweetheart?"

The old lady asked him and Huttser give his a bashful smile.

"Right, I should, shouldn't I?"

The man turned a corner and let out a loud yelp as Huttser took off. He rounded the corner in a few seconds and almost crashed into the same person the assailant did. Huttser took a quick jump back and took in the scene before him: the assailant sprawled on the ground and next to him stood a you, holding the purse. As your eyes met, Huttser immediately felt a flush creep up his face and his heart start beating faster.

"Oh. Hi. Almost knocked you up-- I MEAN OVER! KNOCKED YOU OVER!"

Huttser cringed, running his gloved hand through his hair, laughing awkwardly. Before his mouth could spout more nonsense, the old lady caught up to them and gave you, who holding her purse, a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Thank you kindly, my dear. May I have my purse back?"