Happy Thieving

The short boy was dumbfoundedly looking at the screaming young man whose hand was cut off from his wrist. He didn't know just what happened, but someone had just saved his life. 

"Bastard I'll kill!" The young man's face was twisted with hatred as he shrilled.

"Heh, just you?" The same indifferent voice sounded again. 

"I…" Before he could curse again his eyes abruptly lose their luster, and he landed on the dirt becoming a corpse. 

The short boy's face flashed with terror as he looked at the corpse, he didn't even see how this guy die. 

"I…t-thank…you!" He stuttered, he didn't know if this was a friend or foe, but he knew if this person wanted him dead, he can do it a hundred times over. 

Ace looked at the terror-sicken youth from a tree ten meters away with a faint smile and said coolly, "Get out of here, this place is going to become chaotic, very soon. Oh, and please spread the news the Sky Stealer is…here!"