A Town Full of Suckers

Finnigan grinned, as he absentmindedly toyed with a flower, carefully plucking off each petal. Ponyville. It seemed like a pretty quiant place to him, but that worked perfectly for him. A town full of suckers, easy to trick, to manipulate, to steal from. Silently, he crept up to the nearest pony, whistling innocently. The pony was holding something. Something shiny. Quickly, he swiped it from them in one quick motion, and made a run for it, dashing wildly through the ugly little town square.

He gave a soft chuckle. Today was off to the perfect start.

Recurve was sitting on the bench of the Town Square, bored, with his bow laying next to him. He had arrow in a quiver on his back, but they were practice arrows. They had no point, just a rounded tip that won't kill, but will hurt if you get shot with it. He didn't want to kill another pony, especially considering he'll be a dad soon.

He noticed a stallion suspiciously trotting around, and then eyeing something valuable. As he expected, he swiped it and started running away. Stupid thieves... Recurve got up, readied his bow, and fired one of his arrows, aiming to hit one of the robber's back legs

Ha! This is too easy! It's like stealing from a fill- OW! The thief immedeatly turned around, to find an arrow in his back leg. He scooped up the shiny item he had dropped in surprise from the hit, and continued to run, until he rammed right into something solid. Cocking his head curiously, the earth pony started to look up the rock, then patted it on the head.

" Well at least a rock isn't attacking m- NYAA!" This rock wasn't a something, it was a somepony! A somepony that was holding a bow...

" Hey! You're the punk that shot me!" Finn said angrily, swiftly drawing back his hoof.

" And you seem like such a nice pony... why would you hurt someone perfectly innocent like moi?" Finn added, attempting to show his nonexistent innocence. The last thing he wanted was an angry pony hunting him down with a weapon.He may have some arrows that can really hurt. Actually, that sounded kind of fun. But he liked to save the real good stuff for.... bigger places.

Recurve looked down at the thief who crashed into him. All he gave was a slight flinch, because he hit his scar. Other than that, he stood pretty solid and firm, unwavering. He watched the stallion try to fake innocence. He wasn't bad, but he knew very well he was a faker.

Recurve slowly shook his head at the pony, wondering what to do with him. He was probably not in peak condition due to the arrow, so he could probably take him in a fight. He picked the shiny thing back up and trotted back towards the pony it was stolen from. He was given a warm thanks and a bag of bits for retrieving it. Afterward, he started to trot back to the stallion who stole from the pony

The stallion pouted as he handed the item to the pony who he took it from. There goes some nice cash down the drain.

" Well, aren't you a nice little goody-two-shoes," Finn snorted, as the pony with the bow trotted over to him.

" Mmm, well never mind that. I have better things to do than hang around another one of you pawns of law," he said tauntingly, attempting to anger the pony.

" I bet you can't even touch me without that wittle bow of yours, can you?" he jeered cockily, as he started to trot away, hoping the pony would take his comment as a challenge. There was nothing Finn liked better than a nice fight, espicially considering he figured he would win. And who knows? Maybe he could get away with something of his. That bow looked kind of pricy, he might be able to get something good for it.

Finn stared at the corner, as a scrawny black cat started walking towards him. Ah. There was Scratchy. He took long enough, where was he? Probably getting something to eat. Typically the cat would leave for a bit, then come back, when he rarely left.

Brassy trotted happily through the town square of Ponyville, levitating her Prench horn at her side with purple magic. Everypony loved it when she practiced there, so that's what she was going to do.

While she was looking around for the perfect spot, she saw a suspicious-looking stallion stealing something from another pony. She was just about to say something when an arrow came out of nowhere and hit him on the leg. As she watched in confusion, the pony ran right into the owner of that arrow. The blue mare was too far away fo hear what they were saying, but it sounded serious. Then the theif gave back the item he stole and walked away.

The blue unicorn wondered what had just happened. She started following the thief pony, to ask hima few questions.