Xander stared in shock at the man and the small puddle of water on the floor, which was all that remained of his favorite blade. The man had transformed it into liquid with a mere thought, leaving Xander feeling vulnerable and powerless.
The man stepped forward, a smug grin spreading across his face. "If you hurt people, you should prepare to get hurt as well," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Now, tell me, have you seen a white-haired female teenager around your age?"
Xander's initial reaction was one of fear, but as he looked into the man's eyes, he saw nothing but amusement and disdain. His fear quickly turned to frustration and resentment. How dare this stranger lecture him and treat him like a child?
