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The situation that unfolded slightly amused Cassius, with everyone shuffling about. With a slight grin, he just [i]watched[/i] as the shift changed from the lady with bleeding hand and him. A sudden chill ran up his spine as a person who was basically radiating bloodlust while he passed the store, Cassius looked back, unintentionally gripping his longsword but releasing it when the figure disappeared. He went back to watching the group of people, with perceiving eyes.

Watching the woman, who he guessed as the owner of this establishment, he felt empathy as she was basically being ignored. [i][color=#642EFE]Kindred souls, was it?[/color][/i] he thought to himself. His eyebrow snapped upwards as her entire demeanor changed after the lady with the wounded hand tried to run off. After healing said first woman, Edict cropped his sword up to her throat, muttering something about being a magician of some sort. Cassius has had enough, unsheathing his weapon out of its beautifully ornate home he pointed it at the unscrupulous witch hunter. [color=#642EFE]"Alright I've had enough, you can't threaten anyone you want."[/color] Cassius said indignantly with a touch of irate, [color=#642EFE]"Drop the weapon, else I'll run this through you."[/color]