The 'fox', even though still being hurt, just continued on running in a hobbled fashion... knowing that capture meant that he could no longer keep his anonymous nature.
Vosur and the rest were not too far behind, Marie having now gotten into the lead and tackled the now-wounded 'fox' and embedding her cat-like metallic claws into the ground next to the suspect's ear upon impact.
The suspect continued to struggle, and almost got out of his costume to escape, if it weren't for the touch of two blades to the sides of this man's neck, one from a canesword and the other from a katana, held by "Psychic" and Vosur respectively.
"Should we let the cops take him away? This could prove useful to 'us' to see such a man pay for his crimes without the interference of 'human' justice..." The old grey-fox smirked as he looked to Vosur, his large physique and stance seeming to note a determination for moment like this.
"Sir... You know how I am. I don't like blood-shed, even though I wield weapons meant for such." Vosur looks to this individual who he had gained respect for in times past. "And think about it like this, if you kill him now, we may see more of his kind go after ours... so let's just keep him here until the ones with the right authority can take them away."
Marie, having pinned the man's arms from behind during the tackle with her knees, removes her claws from the ground with a grinding metallic sound through the rocks. "C'mon Vosur... you seem very... soft... about harming a human." She shakes of the dust from her Russian Blue neko paw-hands then proceeds to clean them as they all wait.
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