But there wasnโt a use to hurting someone not in their own mindโฆ
No.
No they should have been smarter, not to be controlled.
He huffs and tears a section off of his cloak, the blue fabric long faded from years of wear, he holds it out for her.
From what he could tell, she had no idea who he was โ let alone what he was doing in some side street in Treviso.
Or she was just good at hiding it, in that case heโd drag her down where he was going.
(Your name?)
Enzhor slowly releases her with a warning glare.
( No. Fight. )
He signs slowly, making sure she sees it, before rising to a stand. He backs away, keeping his hands between them โ ready to fight or speak with her next actions.
https://t.co/RJhLM65wTj // Iโm back from vacation :D
I didnโt expect to have to be the driving navigator or I would have been active but we back now
// Iโm subjecting my mom to my favorite musicals the entire 13 hour drive
Weโve already been through Hadestown and just started Epic, next might be Hamilton bc thatโs the only one she knows ๐ฅ
Heโs on her the moment she stumbles to the side, shoving her down hard on the cobblestone.
He winds his fist back and cracks her again in the nose. He hesitates, aimed to punch again, but given how he towered over her, perhaps two blows was enough.