"Well this isn't cliche at all." Jaron said to the two people in the alleyway. There was a stockier man garbed in black clinging to a woman's purse. If he had known he'd be using his powers to foil such dull crime, he'd have stayed a psychologist.
"Get lost pal, this doesn't concern you!" He said finally ripping the woman's purse from her hands. The Woman was a few years older than me, office temp based on her clothing.
"But see the thing is," he conjured a large broadsword and telekinetically suspended it in the air above him. "it [i]is[i] my concern." The man's eyes grew exponentially. He screamed and ran past him, tossing the ladies purse at her. He was mumbling as he ran but Jaron only caught the word "freak." He  handed the woman her purse and flashed a smile. As He walked away leaving her dumbfounded, his phone vibrated. He pulled it out and there was a text from light. It consisted of three words. "Report Back, Urgent." Looks like things were [i]finally[/i] getting interesting.