Promises, Promises

[Nox]

Nox was about to say they are disappointed he didn't kill himself for being a god, but they were suddenly stopped by a throng of people - no this was a mob. And not a friendly one, Nox almost expected to see torches and pitchforks like in Frankenstein.

Nox sighed. "Really."
The only thing that worried Nox was the gun. The mob was harmless otherwise. He'd taken on mobs of monsters who's bite could make you one of them. He'd taken down Oni with one shot of a cross bow bolt. The gun was the only thing that worried him. His new found friend (ally?) took a step and Nox grabbed at his elbow to stop him.

The power was itching to do something and really Nox had to neutralize the gun. Easiest solution was to heat the gun so the man dropped it. Nox wove a quick weave and super-heated the gun the nameless man held and it clattered to the ground with a 'what the fuck!' escaping his mouth. Nox grinned at the man. "We don't want any trouble. Let us by."
Nox smirked. "Please?"


One man started, "No trouble? What did that girl do to you?"
Another of the men spoke, "Fucking channelers think they can do whatever they want."
A third chimed in, "We aren't going to let that happen in our neighborhood."


If there wasn't anything like a good old-fashioned misunderstanding to brighten your day. Nox shook his head. "Suppose it doesn't matter she came to kill one of you cause he or she was like me. And she didn't care who got in the way of her weapon of choice."


A man with a bat was pounding it in his hand with malice. He spoke. "She ain't here to defend her self now is she. She was just a little thing. Look at you."


"We aren't getting by are we?"


"That's a big no."