There was a man there with short black hair and a clean-shaved face with wide-spread white wings that almost looked like mercury if it were pure white. The wings moved smoothly, almost as if it they were actually made of fluids as the man approached two people in dark grey outfits holding lockpicks and screwdrivers.
“Look, you can run now, or I can chase you, I don’t really care what happens.” The winged man said, holding his arms down and to the side with his palms facing the two men. “But I’m really good at running, and also I have wings.” He shrugged and stood facing them, his hands forming fists but still holding his arms the same.
The two men nodded quickly at each other and ran at the stranger, both with a crowbar and screwdriver ready to injure him. The man flicked his hands forward and opened his hands slightly, enough to grip the hilts of two swords that had the same fluid white appearance as his wings. He quickly deflected the crowbars and screwdrivers, knocking them off the roof and having a sword at each thug’s neck before they could get past him.