The Laughing Fox
Mysterious and daring masked swordsman
The window above young Thomas was suddenly awash with light and clatter of shutters being thrown open. A dark clad figure flew from the portal like a hunting bloodhawk, landing on the roof of the building opposite the narrow street. Shouts from an angry husband and the protests of a wife found in a compromising position following.
A sharp snap and a whistle saw a crossbow bolt fired with murderous intent at the laughing masked rogue, but he snatched it from the air with a free hand and bowed to the flush faced rooster who had fired it. “HaHA The Laughing Fox has struck the coop again!”
With a flash of cape and trailing laughter he was gone in the night, but not forgotten.