It turns out when you lose a few things, the instincts about those things stay with you. Dave had been minding his own business when some asshole threatened an old lady. Not something he could ignore. He made to flash step and found he couldn't but he could still wave his half sword. "Ok, how about you back off and I won't introduce you to my sharp friend right here. He's always in a bad moo-Hey!" The criminal took off before he could finish and Dave gave chase. They shot past other people and he wove around a couple that had stepped out into his path.

What Bro taught him did him a service right up until he got to the park. He cursed as the guy he was pursuing stopped long enough to angle himself and raced into the park. It gave him time to gain on the guy but, not enough time. Damn it.