"Hey," he called out softly, his voice calm and non-threatening.
On the other hand, the person on the receiving end was immediately surprised at the sudden greeting, instinctively his hand reached for his weapon, but Apollo was faster. Before the man could react, Apollo's eyes stared deadly at him, it locked onto the man's gaze.
"Calm down I am not an enemy, aren't I one of your allies"
His voice dropped to a soothing, rhythmic tone, the subtle power of his copied authority seeping into his words.
"You don't need to be afraid," Apollo said, stepping closer. "You're safe. You've done your job, and now you can relax. All I need is for you to answer a few simple questions."
The man's tension melted away as the power of mystics worked like a hypnotic suggestion that took hold. His eyes glazed over slightly, his posture relaxing as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "Yes... safe," he mumbled, his voice distant and eyes vacant.
