07-26-2016, 10:31 PM
Asha froze. Not long, but for enough seconds that Elias noticed. She was overwhelmed, but safe. The idiot that punched a guy for bumping into him edged away.
Asha bent to help. The man on the ground was short and lean, especially compared to the thick, broad man that hit him. Elias' anger flared. Not from the injustice of an unprovoked attack, but from his own experiences with assholes who thought they were better than him.
Asha was asking for his help, but he wasn't going to provide it. Not in the way she expected.
"I'll be right back. Stay here."
He sent out tentacles of light, barbed and sharpened, whipping them before him as he stepped forward. To those in his way, they slapped at invisible stings on their arms and legs, only to look up and find Elias demanding them to move aside. They looked upon the dark-haired goth with wide, frightened eyes.
He quickly caught up with the attacker, not ten steps away. A whip of barbed light struck him across the back of the neck.
The Russian spun, growling anger and pain. It took him a moment to comprehend what he was facing.
He laughed at Elias, who in response, asked a question.
"Want to fight?"
He lifted his fingers, and a real beating began.
Asha bent to help. The man on the ground was short and lean, especially compared to the thick, broad man that hit him. Elias' anger flared. Not from the injustice of an unprovoked attack, but from his own experiences with assholes who thought they were better than him.
Asha was asking for his help, but he wasn't going to provide it. Not in the way she expected.
"I'll be right back. Stay here."
He sent out tentacles of light, barbed and sharpened, whipping them before him as he stepped forward. To those in his way, they slapped at invisible stings on their arms and legs, only to look up and find Elias demanding them to move aside. They looked upon the dark-haired goth with wide, frightened eyes.
He quickly caught up with the attacker, not ten steps away. A whip of barbed light struck him across the back of the neck.
The Russian spun, growling anger and pain. It took him a moment to comprehend what he was facing.
He laughed at Elias, who in response, asked a question.
"Want to fight?"
He lifted his fingers, and a real beating began.