Private Finished Gate Guardian & Intruder

Hah'en managed to get the man to his knees, and with her strength it wasn't hard to keep him there. It seemed like this man wasn't a fighter, and Hah'en didn't think he was all that strong either. He was a thief, a sneaker like her. Although at the moment it seemed she was superior in that respect. It made Hah'en feel slightly smug, she was always pleased when her abilities beat someone else's. Call it the dragon's pride in her.

The man spoke to himself, his words not aimed at Hah'en. She didn't comment on it, though she considered gagging the man. No worries for him to even try and manipulate Hah'en. She had strengthened her willpower for mind abilities exactly like this and she had her mist, but Hah'en wasn't immune, unfortunately.

Now the man spoke to Hah'en directly, and she tightened her grip at the man's neck, preparing herself for the conflicted feeling from earlier. But...nothing. The man wasn't trying to manipulate Hah'en. Or, well, judging from his words he was, but without the boost from his ability. And without said boost the words were useless.

"Ridiculous"
was all Hah'en said, voice monotone with a small undertone of exasperation. She proceeded to press her foot against the man's upper back so he kept looking down while she grabbed a hard leather snare from her belt, on her guard the entire time. Hah'en didn't loosen her grip on the man's wrists even for a second. With experienced and efficient movements she wrapped the snare around the man's wrists and tied them tightly, barely loose enough to allow blood flow, using a knot from her own world that she knew didn't exist in this one. Hah'en didn't trust handcuffs; she could get out of them in 10 seconds flat, less if she was in a hurry. But it would take even Hah'en 5 or so minutes to get out of this leather snare when tied like this, so it should hold a thief such as this.

Yet another dirty trick. This man truly was the embodiment of a thief. Or so Hah'en thought when the man suddenly took in a breath and then just...dropped into the floor. It happened too suddenly even for Hah'en and by the time she reached out for the man he had sunken into the floor.

Yet again Hah'en clicked her tongue in subtle frustration. She picked up her snare and put it back on her belt and took a short moment to consider her options. There were few; Hah'en had been given very clear instructions to guard this specific artifact. She knew the manor had a cellar, and since she had seen that the thief could phase then it was a safe bet he had dropped down there. But Hah'en very quickly decided she had no intentions to pursue him. Hah'en's employer had told her, that this artifact was the centerpiece of their collection. Any other artifact could be stolen, and they could just replace it. But not this one. Thus, the course of action was clear.

Hah'en spread her mist out across the whole library again, very thin like before the thief had arrived. She moved so she stood in the shadow of a column few meters from the statue, her steps yet again soundless due to the mist coating her. Hah'en took her water bottle from her belt and drank it empty in one quick sip. Using her mist so much was starting to deplete her body fluids.

Hah'en had to admit that she was surprised, when the thief emerged from the very same spot. So he had merely been submerged in the floor? Sneaky little thief...
Hah'en didn't waste time, and surged after the thief. She was much faster, and managed to tackle the thief halfway to the door. She lifted the man up by his wrists again, her grip tight enough to leave bruising for later.
"You are the very embodiment of a thief"
Hah'en commented, keeping her voice monotone but there was a slight undertone of something like acknowledgement.

This man had managed to evade Hah'en, and had she been a normal guard he might've actually managed to steal the statue and escape. He had picked an unlucky night to raid this place. But perhaps precisely because Hah'en wasn't a normal guard this was also a lucky night for him.
Hah'en gripped the man's throat with her free hand, squeezing it almost hard enough to be painful, and she let some of her dragon side show as she growled lowly to his ear

"If you cross my path again you will not live to tell the tale"

And with that Hah'en dragged the man over to a window, opened it and threw the man out, as far as she could. And with her strength that was enough to deliver the man almost to the fence. The manor's front garden wasn't that big, after all, and the windows faced to the front of the house.
Hah'en closed the window and temporarily withdrew her mist. She needed to keep a hydration break, and the thief wasn't an idiot. He wouldn't come back, not tonight. And after the night after this he wouldn't be Hah'en's problem anymore. They will never meet again.