[center][b][h3][color=orange]KYZLER[/color][/h3][/b][/center]
[hr][sub][@Aerandir][@Cryptek12][/sub]


Kyzler let go of any doubt or caution that he held as the situation became more clear by the girls struggle. 

Despite the growing distance between them he paused out in the open road and took a deep breath. Inhaling deeply of the cool nights air. Clearing his mind and thoughts. His fingers dancing upon his pockets and hidden pouches, running inventory of what he had available at his disposal. They opted to rest on his bolas belt over any kind of knife or shuriken, and the distance between them was too great for a dart. 

But first... a warning. Hopefully reasoning would prevail.

With a heavy exhale his voice thundered down the street. Loud and deep it boomed with an untold authority and urgency. [color=orange][b]“STOP RIGHT THERE AND PUT THE CHILD DOWN”[/b][/color] 
He spoke with a confidence that demanded obedience, words clear, marred by the faintest tang of common slang. His steely gaze watching the unknown man intently.