Kaleo - Residential District
After Allanah stood up, Kaleo curiously followed her gaze until he saw what the problem was. Ah, it was
those kind of men. The lycan looked back at the girl and blinked when she suddenly flew down from the roof and landed on the ground.
"I... I just need to take care of something," she said.
He watched her for a few seconds before he slipped off the roof himself, landing lightly on the ground without a problem, and followed after her.
In the alley, the two men watched with humor as the drunk woman dragged the young faery back toward them. "Lucy, huh?" one of them said with a grin. "Well, it seems like it's our lucky night, now isn't it?" The man looked toward his companion, who chuckled in reply.
Kaleo approached shortly after where he paused only a few feet away. It didn't take a genius to know what the two men had in mind; their expressions said it all. Though the drunk woman looked like she could probably handle herself just fine on an average day, in her intoxicated state, he wagered that wasn't likely. Kaleo wasn't usually in the business of defending others, but in this case - he glanced at Allanah - he would make an exception. He strode toward the men, his eyes cold.
"Oh, who's this? Come to join the party? Sorry kid, but you're not really my
type," one of the men snickered. "I know a guy, though. Maybe you could have some fun after all." He shrugged.
The other man didn't even have a chance to say anything as Kaleo suddenly rammed his shoulder full-force into the one who talked, sending the man flying a good three feet or so. Apparently, he was much stronger than he looked. Kaleo caught himself before he stumbled and grabbed the other man's arm, hurling him in the same direction as his friend. The lycan drew his dagger as he began to stalk toward them.
Stay back, he told Allanah, not taking his eyes off his prey. Without waiting for her response, as soon as Kaleo was a good distance from the two woman he pressed the button on the end of the dagger. Black smoke instantly began to pour out of the hilt of the dagger, pooling on the ground like a thick layer of wispy tar. The smoke began to drift toward the two men, its tendrils reaching toward them like outstretched hands. Hopefully, the two women would heed his warning and keep their distance. The dagger wasn't called "Mirage" for nothing.
Within a few seconds, the smoke's toxins filled the air around the two men, and their eyes widened with fear. What it was they saw, Kaleo didn't know for sure, but whatever it was, it would be absolutely terrifying.
Kaleo usually did his best to relieve the suffering brought by Fear, but once in a while, there were those who deserved to feel its terrible embrace. And those people deserved to
stay that way.