Showing Not Telling1 The hero was strong and handsome. He was admired by the townspeople. He was Brave and wished to help those in need.

Greg turned at the sound of screaming. He took off, following the noise. When he arrived he saw the man standing over the woman, who had bruises and cuts all over her, he was holding a knife. "Let her go!" he yelled. The man turned, slowly, silently. The look on his face was one of pure fury, a gaze that would have surely made any man crumble. Any man but Greg. "Who are you and what do you want?" snarled the man. He looked murderous, well at least more murderous than he was before. Greg thumbed his gun holster. Damn. He thought. Why is it always when I am on my break?. "I am Detective Inspector Lestrade. And you are under arrest."