[@Tyki][@Tominas][@Letter Bee]

“Oh shit!” Seth cursed as he watched the events unfold. He jumped when the bolt hit the man in the neck and caused a fountain of blood to spray on those in the front rows and on the stage. He wasn’t concerned for him though. Any man who is willing to sell a human being isn’t worth worrying about in his mind. However, he was more worried about the girl on stage. The bolt, to him, came dangerously close to hitting her. He thought the bolt was meant for her and the shooter just missed their target. 

“What would dad do?” Seth asked himself. In a split second, he already had his answer. Seth quickly jumped from atop the cart and raced through the crowd of scattering so-called Nobles. [i]Damn cowards[/i] Seth thought as he pushed his way through the crowd of fleeing people.   As he got closer he noticed a masked figure on the stage with the girl and cursed, “Shit I might have been right.” He thought the snipers accomplish was there to finish the job his friend had started.  He quickened his pace to get closer to the stage. 

Once close to the front he hopped onto the stage and got the masked figures attention, “Hey, I’d think the girl’s been traumatized enough.” Was what he was saying, but he was so out of breath it sounded like, “Girl. Traumatized. Enough.” Seth bent over to catch his breath and sighed. [i]Need to work on my damn cardio[/i] he thought to himself. Once he collected himself he took a deep breath and stood back up straight.

“Let’s try that again shall we,” Seth said as he flexed his right hand. His watch on his wrist activated and the big hand began to slowly spin around. It began to stop and slowly it landed on a bright yellow symbol. Seth took a quick look down and tried to hide his frustration. Crap, why did it have to be that? I can barely control it.  Seth thought. He turned his attention back to the masked figure and said, “Now, step away from the girl and leave. Your buddy missed with the first bolt and I really don’t want to hurt anyone today.” Seth flexed his right hand and a small spark of lightning swirled around it as he waited for the figures response