[He hears her approaching, and crouches in an instinctive move get smaller, hide. But he's already close enough to see the source of the scuffle.
There are two men standing near the dimly-lit backoor of one of the alley buildings. One man is smaller, scared, and holding a baseball bat in front of him like it's a shield. The other is a big, leather-jacket wearing punk. He's got his hair styled up like a fire while a real one crackles in his hand.
You think you and the guys can just cut me out like that, like I'm nothin?! After everything we've been through?
"Y-you're not acting like yourself! You haven't been for a while-"
"You're the ones acting different! You shouldn'ta shut me out like that... You should've had the balls to talk to me! Well now I'm here, and you still don't wanna talk! So how's about we settle this like men instead?"
He punctuates his words with a plume of fire, trailing up the wall beside his former friend. The other man cries out in fear, but the sudden burst of light allows him to see the newcomers over Johnny's shoulder. His eyes widen at the, brief, jagged glimpse of Strickler in the shadows. Sabriel should be able to see him now too; horns, fangs, and all.
Strickler's glowing eyes don't go away when the fire dims. The victim screams, dropping the bat and cowering with his arms over his head. Johnny turns around, glaring into the dark
Strickler's been given away enough already. He steps further into the light, standing at his full, looming height over everyone present. He doesn't know Sabriel's place in this situation; whether she's a bystander, someone looking to help, or another aggressor. He relies on the power of fear for most of the work he does, and he's still hoping to do so here.]
Or, we could settle this my way.
["The hell-?! What the fuck are you supposed to be!"]
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There are two men standing near the dimly-lit backoor of one of the alley buildings. One man is smaller, scared, and holding a baseball bat in front of him like it's a shield. The other is a big, leather-jacket wearing punk. He's got his hair styled up like a fire while a real one crackles in his hand.
You think you and the guys can just cut me out like that, like I'm nothin?! After everything we've been through?
"Y-you're not acting like yourself! You haven't been for a while-"
"You're the ones acting different! You shouldn'ta shut me out like that... You should've had the balls to talk to me! Well now I'm here, and you still don't wanna talk! So how's about we settle this like men instead?"
He punctuates his words with a plume of fire, trailing up the wall beside his former friend. The other man cries out in fear, but the sudden burst of light allows him to see the newcomers over Johnny's shoulder. His eyes widen at the, brief, jagged glimpse of Strickler in the shadows. Sabriel should be able to see him now too; horns, fangs, and all.
Strickler's glowing eyes don't go away when the fire dims. The victim screams, dropping the bat and cowering with his arms over his head. Johnny turns around, glaring into the dark
Strickler's been given away enough already. He steps further into the light, standing at his full, looming height over everyone present. He doesn't know Sabriel's place in this situation; whether she's a bystander, someone looking to help, or another aggressor. He relies on the power of fear for most of the work he does, and he's still hoping to do so here.]
Or, we could settle this my way.
["The hell-?! What the fuck are you supposed to be!"]