[Cain's gaze swivels the length of the alley from end to end, grateful to find no onlookers - they might still escape this by the skin of their teeth without outside interference. It doesn't comfort him. He'd prefer someone else take the reins on this, sharp metallic scent of blood overtaking bitter vomit as it's shed, stinging his nose, dizzying his head.
Violence is no strange beast to him, but he's never killed someone with his fists. Beaten to death, bluntly, must be a shitty way to die. Cain doesn't want to witness it right now if avoidance presents as an option.]
Get off of him. [Standing a few meters back toward the alley's mouth, his voice scales over the background din of the busy public street not far off.] Come over here.
[Using words to command - and realizing it works, remembering the sinister nature of that particular drug - is an eerie experience. Heady and powerful.]
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Violence is no strange beast to him, but he's never killed someone with his fists. Beaten to death, bluntly, must be a shitty way to die. Cain doesn't want to witness it right now if avoidance presents as an option.]
Get off of him. [Standing a few meters back toward the alley's mouth, his voice scales over the background din of the busy public street not far off.] Come over here.
[Using words to command - and realizing it works, remembering the sinister nature of that particular drug - is an eerie experience. Heady and powerful.]