Aaron dragged them to a deserted alley and then pushed their bodies violently against the walls and trash dumpsters in the alley. The three tried to fight back, but Aaron's greater strength withstood their attacks.
He clenched his hand into a fist and made a powerful magical boom, pushing the three men's bodies in casual clothes —shirts and trousers— far away.
There was no escape for them; Aaron had dragged the three men into a dead-end alley. The situation was fairly tense with low lighting —even if it was daytime.
Aaron took a firm and constant step ahead, palms open and emitting an ever-burning purple flame ready to devour anyone Aaron wished.
"Please... spare us, Sir Mage," begged one of the men with long black hair.
Not wanting their lives to be threatened, the other two men did the same. The three knelt and bowed down, their heads hitting the ground several times in a token of their deep regret.
