Francis is going to avoid the rock, but a snowball hits his face, distracting him.
The rock hits his chin. Hard.
Francis is sent flying backward to the ground.
Francis blinks.
What happened? He is staring at the sky. It is a pretty blue colour today. No. He wasn’t doing cloudgazing. Right. He was delivering judgement.
His chin hurts. Francis touches it with his finger and winces. It stings. When he looks at his finger, it is stained with blood.
Blood?
Francis lose himself in a daze.
All along, he never though of the possibility of being injured.
“I am a mortal, made of flesh and bone, Francis,” he whispers softly to himself.
Rito is still looking around the scene of chaos from last night, so he does not notice the fight happening
(I was asleep :/)
Francis snaps out of his daze when he sees something comes flying. He rolls to his left.
“Fool! This mortal will not be killed like a mere mortal!”
He hurriedly stands.
Francis dodges the rocks, relying mainly on his sight and reflex-- which is not really good.
The hammers under his control floats in front of him, creating a barrier for rocks large enough.
Tim prepares for another barrage of rocks.
However , when he is about to throw them , he is whacked on the head with a staff, rendering him unable to attack.
It was a man with messy ginger hair and blue eyes. He has large bags around his eyes. He is wearing a black suit and trousers, with… pink bunny slippers.
However, you immediately realise who the man is. He is the president’s son, Samuel.
S: So the news report was true. You really are all blind. These “powers” will consume you.
He thwacks Tim with the staff again.
S: If you know what’s best for you, you would turn yourself in for trying to cause chaos around here.
T:…
“Your father is still alive? Degenerate, you should be ashamed of yourself, destroying your family reputation !”
Francis shakes his head in disapproval.
S: He is, unfortunately.
S: Considering that he’s doomed our damn country, I think he deserves a little backlash.
S: Anyone that seriously thinks hes doing a good job is downright stupid.
“An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Let them return their stolen good and face punishment.”
Francis nods. He drags the unconscious groups of teens into a heap.
“Now what did they take?”
He rummages through their belongings.