Rendezvous Crash
Vologhn led the way through the alleys of Calacany. Bishop had recovered enough to follow along, but she was alarmingly quiet and responded only when necessary. Her injury also bothered him. It would be best to finish the mission as fast as possible.
"Hang on, Bishop. It would make things very difficult if you are unconscious," Vologhn said. It came out much harsher than he had meant to be.
Ahead a small gathering of people could be seen. There was no way to avoid them save going out into the main road again. It seemed like they had to get through one way or another. However, the ruffians did not seem to be in an agreeable mood.
“You better run away now, freaks," one of the men shouted. Uncivilized, Vologhn thought in disgust. The insult meant nothing to him, whom did not even identify himself as a human, but their behaviour and ignorance grated upon his senses. Vologhn clenched his fist, his expression frigid. There were twenty odd people here. As non-holders they didn't stand a chance in a fair fight.
"If we don't?" Vologhn said while casually walking nearer to the crowd. His fingers were busy weaving a Spectral Web, but none of them knew that. Vologhn was prepared for an attack- and if provoked would swiftly counter with a right hook into the man's solar plexus. He had never been a creature of violence… but patience had its limits.