"Out of the Way !".
The haggard breathing of a man with a scar on the left side of his face projected through the air as he pushed a female resident and her child away from his path.
Blinding light suffused his sight as he struggled to maintain momentum. He was running down a stony set of stairs within an alley, bending into a corner at every junction, and then another after running straight for a while.
Most of the residents who crossed his path were either pushed away or jumped out of his way, recognizing his fearsome persona. And yet, this fearsome individual was running madly, clinging to the body of a female werewolf on his shoulders.
He only had one destination in mind, and it wasn't as far as it was when he bolted out of the Bastion. Why wouldn't he run ? He was ready to attack them, Yes, but after witnessing the scene, he had to admit that even he was surprised.
