A handsome young thief

Standing in the corridor, seemingly haven been taken unaware by Zalah’s sudden appearance, was a young man, clad in a tight-fitting black outfit consisting of boots, pants, a sweater and pair of leather gloves. Only his face was bare, and Zalah could see that the man’s face was quite striking, with a flawlessly formed jaw and spotless nose, his thick hair was auburn in colour while his eyes, currently staring at Zalah in shock, were hazelnut-coloured.
As for height and build, the man looked to be as tall as most men, leaving him several issues shorter than Zalah, who was looking to be rather angered by his presence.

“Who the fuck!?” Zalah cried out, whilst throwing herself at the man.
Seeing the muscular, bare-naked woman lunging after him, her eyes burning with anger, the intruder emerged from the daze in which her appearance had put, and quickly moved out of the way, letting Zalah proceed to slam into the wall.
“Miss, I can explain this…” The thief blurted out, as Zalah turned around and braced herself for another charge.

Ignoring the man’s words, Zalah attacked him again, only to have him once again move out of the way, letting Zalah strike her fist at nothing more than thin air.
When she had regained her footing, Zalah noted that the man had not drawn the short sword which hung attached to his belt.

Already angered by the ease in which the man avoided her attacks, Zalah interpreted the fact that he hadn’t even drawn weapon as him not even perceiving her as a real threat, and her rage rose to further heights.

“No, wait!” The man called out as Zalah attacked him again. As Zalah charged forwards, heedless of his plea, the man once again tried to dodge her charge.
This however, was something which Zalah had counted on him doing, and she changed her bearing somewhat when he began to move, resulting in her right shoulder being thrust into his chest. Springing her arms around him, Zalah slammed the thief into the wall, the handsome man screaming in pain upon impact.

“Now, start explaining!” Zalah screamed at the man, holding him in a vice.
“Zalah!” A voice cried out behind her.
“Perrima?” Zalah said, not bothering to look behind her.
“What are you doing!?” Perrima went on, her voice sounding somewhat unsettled.
“I’m capturing a thief, that’s what I’m doing!” Zalah’s reply sounded irritated. What the seven hells else could Perrima think that she was doing?

“Zalah,” Perrima sounded almost amused now, “Cowan there might be a thief, but he’s not going to steal anything from me.”
“What, you know this guy?” Zalah felt puzzled, finally turning her head to look at Perrima, who was smiling at her.
“Like I said, that’s Cowan, and he’s got his own rhythm. If you let go of his throat, I’m sure that he’ll be happy to say hi.”

Upon hearing Perrima, Zalah loosened her grip of Cowan’s throat, turning to look at the handsome young man again.
“Uh… hi.” Cowan grinned at Zalah.