Balius had only agreed to escort Daniil through town today because there was nothing more pressing or important that was needed of him by the monarch and matriarch of the house. He needed to take a day off of training anyways, he'd overdone it and his bad leg was sore. It took a bit of will to prevent a limp to be seen but after years of hiding pain and weaknesses, made it near impossible for others to tell he was in pain. Either way, going with the young royal lady of the household wasn't such a bad idea. After all Mistress Ivra had beckoned his attention before they had left, she had requested for him to find a specific item for her. More than happy to oblige the old lady, he really did hold great respect for her, Balius took the extra coins she'd given him for her desired merchandise.

It was much more relaxed to tend to Daniil than it was to tend to Lord Rafail at the market. The ass of a man was intolerable with how nitpicky he was with choosing things. As well, the young miss had a servant girl with so Balius wasn't purse-boy this time, thank the gods. Instead, this gave him leeway to wander and browse whenever Daniil stopped to look at something. He always kept her in view but didn't hover annoyingly. Plus, if anything really big happened, the servant girl knew to call for him right away. He would hear and be there in an instant. After all, Balius was a gladiator escorting, not some trained guard dog of a soldier. He'd never allow himself to be that blind minded and obedient. Could not give up punishments that easily.

As the girls looked at clothing, Balius crossed over to a neighboring vendor that had leather goods. Something he preferred over cloth-wear, he needed to indulge once in a while and use his winnings for something sometime anyways. Balius was searching through the various items when a quick movement out of the corner of his eye snapped his head up to see an inevitable scene unfurl before him. A weasel of a man had darted out behind a woman passing the booth to grab her money pouch off her waist. A small knife was out to cut the cord that attached pout to owner, when the gladiator stepped forth into action. "Thief!" Roared Balius as in a few quick strides, he grabbed the man by the tunic and yanked him back. Halting the crime instantly.

The lady screamed in surprise but her money was safe as it took her a moment to realize Balius was stopping the theft and not committing it. Balius snarled as the small thief slashed the blade across his forearm, he almost released the man out of reaction to being cut. It didn't happen though, Balius was used to such things and the reactionary thing that happened was his heavy first colliding with the vermin's face. The thief crumpled instantly and Balius snatched the blade from him, "Whelp." He snarled, grabbing for the dropped blade quickly, yet that was enough time for the groaning heathen to scrabble frantically out of Balius's grab range again. The thief, though staggering blindly from his bloodily crushed nose disorienting him, had gotten to his feet again and was pushing through the throng of the market in a staggering manner.

Balius pursued. He wasn't going to let the prick get away that easily for being such a low life. It didn't take much for the crowd to divide to allow his hulking figure to move through. He gained ground quickly on his running prey. The thief was scared, dazed and stumbling but still not enough to stop the man from creating obstacles. Yanking baskets and other merchandise racks over, the thief was determined to make it as difficult for Balius to catch him as he could. Balius wasn't grateful at all for this!

The arena fighter roared in a shock of pain as, just as he had almost had his hand on the culprit, the rat had toppled a complete shelf of pottery. The corner of which drove straight into Balius's left leg, his bad leg, causing an instant Charlie horse cramp to envelope the entire thigh muscle. It took every bit of will Balius had not to fall on his face after the collision, onto the shattered pottery pieces. It was enough of a distraction for the little wretch to get away without Balius seeing which way he'd went. The Gladiator shoved ungratefully at any citizens that were trying see if he was okay, as he turned about to head back to Daniil. He wasn't going to be petty and take their help over such bullshit. Teeth gritted so hard his gums hurt as he fought with every step to keep his seizing leg from giving out on him. If he ever seen that whelp again, Balius wouldn't think twice to snapping his neck.

He snatched a random strip of cloth off some seller's table after tossing a handful of coins at the person. Balius did this all in stride, never stopping as he marched his way back to where he had left Daniil of Marikas. Wrapping the strip of cloth around his forearm to staunch any bleeding that is could still be doing, before he got back to the ladies’ sides. A very pissed look, furrowed his brows as he kept silent on what had just happened. Inwardly cursing the gods for such insolence that doing a good deed resulted in fruitless and painful ends. Crossing his arms as he stood stiffly next to the booth, waiting patiently for Daniil to continue on with her day. He took notice another young woman was talking to her but didn't pay too much attention on it to long. If Daniil would say anything, he'd give her a look that was as cold as ice to not ask or bother him over it. He wasn't going to let her spoil get day out on his nonsense. He simply had to simmer down till he could calmly continue looking for what Lady Ivra requested of him.