[Quiet, creepy Cole gave a small huff and canted his head enough to show his eyes. The expression was somewhere between annoyance and pity, looking strangely wizened on such a young face.
No one ever listened.
The boy was quick, almost seeming to disappear from sight for a moment. The world went deathly still for a moment, before the bandit's knee buckled - kicked out from...behind? The blades the boy had twitching in his fingers moments were at his throat and back, a placement so smooth that it was damn near habit. Still, the blades followed his movement, close enough to skin to remind him that this was precarious position to be in.]
Power is not yours to take and not for those you serve. You can still be right, do right things.
[His voice is earnest and chilling and as suddenly as he made his move, the warmth leaves it.]
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No one ever listened.
The boy was quick, almost seeming to disappear from sight for a moment. The world went deathly still for a moment, before the bandit's knee buckled - kicked out from...behind? The blades the boy had twitching in his fingers moments were at his throat and back, a placement so smooth that it was damn near habit. Still, the blades followed his movement, close enough to skin to remind him that this was precarious position to be in.]
Power is not yours to take and not for those you serve. You can still be right, do right things.
[His voice is earnest and chilling and as suddenly as he made his move, the warmth leaves it.]
Yield. Please.