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Sometimes you just act.

Sometimes he just acted.  Never really having a chance to think about it.  It was a by product of his powers he guess.  Impulsion was in his blood.  Unpredictability guided his fate.  But still, but still.  Do the right thing.  You have to try.  You have to act.  He had the power, and he had to pray that this time, just this time it do what it's supposed to do.  

The man in ratty clothes arose from his quiet place and went to his feet.  Honesty saw he looked the part of a beggar.  His glasses, probably the most expensive thing on his lanky frame.  He heard the woman's plea for aid.  He wasn't from this pitiful town here.  He wasn't drained of common decency.  He ran, saw that she was attempting to stop him.  Stop him?  This made him slow to a trot.

The man looked... the man looked positively out of it.  Injuries on his arm, but dazed.  He was moving against her weight.  Maybe the woman was his wife, daughter?  She was trying to keep him from moving, and rightfully so.  The man needed a healer and the look in his eye.  He bit his lip.  His magic was not meant for this.  But still what could he do.

[color=gold]"I'll help!"[/color]  He suddenly appeared at her side, adding his 5'11" thin frame to hers, having no idea if it was going to be enough.  [color=gold]"What's the matter with him?"[/color]  He asked her, as he tried putting his shoulder into it, hands gripping sweaty chest and shoulder.  [color=gold]"Snap out of it sir!"[/color]  

If he could not get any ground or answers from the man, he tried a gambit.  He raised his arm back and attempted to smack the much larger man across the face.  He was out of it, and hoping some kind of shock will bring him back to his senses.