"Don't fret out yet, little lassie! I can kill you with just gentle brush of my hand but that wouldn't it be mean. In addition, I'm unwilling to erase the spark from your eyes without any explanation." His reassuring words only brought me more discomfort, than I already had in my bones.
"Ah what an ignorant imbecile I have been—of course you will employ your conjuring voodooism to put up a fight, won't you?" He said flicking his hair back with one hand while the other one stayed inside his pocket.
And then he began to prowling towards me. In a desperate urge to save myself, I shot myself away from him, dashing into an opposite direction. I didn't even cover a single feet when he suddenly appeared in front of me like lightening and made me stop in my tracks.
