22F4M (Edited) Hero, Criminal or both?

"What the..." At first I'm not quite sure what I just heard, I've had a few pints, and give my head a bit of a shake as I round the corner. I can see them there, it looks like three of them, huddled around a fourth on the ground. I see a flash of steel in the dim light, and at least one of them is armed, shit.

Immediately I fell sober as the adrenaline kicks in. It's been a few years since I left the service, but all the training comes flooding back, I move out of the light and begin my silent approach. I reach to my belt and remove my multi-tool, the blade clicking quietly when it locks into place. It's not a very long blade, but I keep it razor sharp, it won't cut a man through but it doesn't need to if you know where to strike.

I'm almost on top of them now, one of the bigger ones is closest to me, pinning down her left arm. He's my first target, and must be dealt with quickly, with any luck the other two will run once they see him down. By this time I'm so filled with rage and adrenaline that I feel as though my conscious mind has taken a seat in a theatre and is just watching the show about to happen.

I plunge my blade into his neck, just below the ear, and then drive it forward through his throat. I've severed the artery and his windpipe, blood gushes out everywhere and I roll him away, his last breaths gurgling as he clutches at his throat. He'll most likely not survive, nor will he cause me any further problems.

The one with the blade stands to meet me, his eyes are hidden in the dark, but I can tell he's pretty drunk by the way he's moving. The third has given up on the girl and has moved to his buddy, trying to stem the flow of blood from the open wound I've inflicted. Screaming at his friend to cut me and get the fuck out of there.

The one with the knife takes a swipe at me, I side step, but not fast enough. His blade cuts my left forearm, but not too deeply, it'll need stitches, but I don't notice. He's off balance now and I move in. I push his arm to the outside and land multiple stabbing blows to his ribcage and he spins away, his blade clattering on the street. He starts running away, and calls to his friend to follow. The first one isn't moving any more and the other gives up on him and follows. I spin around to check to make sure no one else is hiding in the wings and then focus my gaze on you. My eyes flashing bright green, a scowl on my face, drops of blood dripping from my hand. As the adrenaline starts to wear off I come back to myself. "FUCK!!" I scream. I can already hear the sounds of the police sirens in the distance. This isn't going to be a very good night. "Are you alright Miss?" I say as you stand up and back away from me.

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