Kingsley had been working late on call when it had come in - a burglary in process. Honestly, the call itself coming through was amazing. Getting in had been difficult, and first up had been getting the bleeding man out of there. No, there wasn't much sign of how many there were, though the man had said he heard voices, plural. But once the man was out, Kingsley proceeded back inside. The layout was unfamiliar, of course, and he walked silently in the dark.
The voices were quiet, and something was moving between hands. He counted at least three distinct voices. And that was few enough really, to handle, but as he attacked, it was clearly double that. Six. Six people. Well, there was no time at first. The spells were thick in the air. One of them went down, and Kings sent a bag of theirs back to the Ministry. Angry and robbed of their pickings, they forced their way to another exit, Kings following.
It was there that he got holed up. The thieves had done their homework on the place - cased the joint. From where they were, it was easy to pin him down, and he was pinned. But Kingsley wasn't letting them go either. Many of his spells went wide, but they kept the criminals from leaving. And that was to his advantage. Calling for backup, Kingsley continued, as aggressively as his position allowed.
They moved about, but his eyes were keen on the angle the curses came in from. Flitting out long enough to cast a spell that had already been on his mind, he was grazed as he ducked back in and breathing hard. The scream let him know his target had been hit, while one look at his arm told him he was just fine. Where was backup? It had been far longer than usual response time. The charms hadn't been working a few times, and Kings knew if he gave up, the one inside would still be theirs. But he wasn't ready for that, for just one guaranteed.
Someone joined. Kingsley heard the spells and the voice, rather than seeing the witch. And he didn't know it. Not a hitwitch. And that was strange. He knew everyone's voice, just for this situation. But there wasn't any time. There were much fewer hexes cast his way. She was decent then, with the element of surprise.
Throwing himself around the corner, Kingsley continued to silently cast spells - a binding one, and to disarm. One thief managed to block a spell, but the other only managed to duck enough to find his legs roped together. Unfortunately that left his hands free. Kingsley forced his way closer - only two of them now.
The free one made a run for it - either for freedom or after whoever else had shown up. And the other, for not being able to duck much, was quite good with his hexes. Kingsley cast a ward at the other end of the street, to prevent escape that way and focused on the still one, as he made chasing difficult. "Take the runner," Kingsley called out, focusing his fire on one foe.