Amarok watched them go before turning his music off. However he kept his headphones on. "You're welcome," he said. "Cowards won't make a move unless your team isn't around." Yatsuhashi was easily the most imposing member of Team CFVY, but it was really Coco you didn't want to get mad. After all, why argue with a girl whose handbag turned into a minigun?
He sighed, fixing his hand back into place. It was a bug he still needed to work out. "Velvet, right?" Amarok was more familiar with her surname than her given one. "How's your arm?"
Amarok's hand abruptly launched from his mechanical arm, attached by a metal cord. The hand latched on to Dove's wrist, squeezing until the young man let Velvet go. "Now, I'll be polite and tell you once more," Amarok growled. His hand snapped back into place. "Get lost, or drop dead. Either way, I'll be happy."
Amarok turned his music up further. By now he was reading lips and using his Aura. "The Big Bad Wolf was stopped by a brick house," he said. He punched his right fist into his other hand. It was only now obvious that it was a mechanical prosthesis. "Right now, I see some birdbrained blockheads who may or may not lose some hands if they don't let the little lady go."
His body language shifted. Amarok's muscles tensedin preparation for combat. The four bullies had no idea how much he was going to enjoy this. "Miss Scarlatina? You may want to find some kind of cover. This might get messy."