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The night began without so much as a bird call. Nothing seemed to give announcement that they day had ended. It was as rapid as a blink. One moment, the sun was in the sky. The next? It had been replaced by the moon. Grimm was concentrating so intently that he didn't even notice the transition. Yellow eyes pierced the darkness. A streetlight beneath him gave enough light to see. Standing atop the pole, the Quincy couldn't believe it. He had just watched a teenager, someone his age, threaten a grown man with a blade for his wallet.
There was something wrong with that picture. Crouching down, the black moccasins that he wore on his feet to reduce noise slid silently along the top of the steel lamp. Pushing up hard, he kicked off the telephone pole. Not a trace of spiritual energy was needed for his movements. Due to the fact that the majority of his life had been spent hunting Hollow and other dastardly creatures, as well as attempting to slay them, Grimm's body was quite honed. Perfectly carved, it was another tool that he used in his nightly missions.
Landing behind the teenager, the kid turned around and attempted to run from the shaking, scared man. Blindly, he struck into Grimm, who's body did not waver. Bouncing off, the teenager landed on his ass. Hard. "What the F**k is your problem?" Snarling through the darkness, Grimm's eyes blazed with an intense anger behind them. "Stealing? Threatening? What else have you been doing? Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now." Death was a very real part of Grimm's life, so he thought nothing of threatening it upon this kid. The boy thought it was pretty harsh, though.
"Wow, man. I steal some money and you want to kill me? That's pretty harsh." The kid had some balls. Despite the fact that he was knocked to the ground, he still tried to mouth off at the Quincy. Mistake. Kneeling down so they were eye level, Grimm reached out his hand and wrapped his fingers around his throat. It was a slow, deliberate action. The teen was meant to see every movement that Grimm made. And he did. He watched, but did not react. He couldn't. Grimm's spirit pressure sky-rocketed and flattened the boy.
"Killing? I'm not killing. I'm just stealing. I'm stealing your life, just as you stole that man's money. Where is the difference? I see none." Teeth gritted in harsh fangs, his fingers squeezed slightly. Of course, he had no intention to kill the kid. Not for this. But it was still damn scary. "I'm... sorry..." Wheezing, the boy's face was turning blue. Releasing it, Grimm instead grabbed onto the collar of his shirt. Hoisting him into the air, he stared the boy down.
"Don't apologize to me, you insolent worm. Apologize to the one you threatened to kill. And don't skip out. I'll be watching." Suddenly, the kid was released, and Grimm was gone. A simply Hirenkyaku set him atop the building to their immediate left. Watching the kid go over and apologize to the man he robbed, as well as relinquishing all that he had stolen, Grimm smiled.
Fear wasn't always the best answer. But it usually got the best results.
There was something wrong with that picture. Crouching down, the black moccasins that he wore on his feet to reduce noise slid silently along the top of the steel lamp. Pushing up hard, he kicked off the telephone pole. Not a trace of spiritual energy was needed for his movements. Due to the fact that the majority of his life had been spent hunting Hollow and other dastardly creatures, as well as attempting to slay them, Grimm's body was quite honed. Perfectly carved, it was another tool that he used in his nightly missions.
Landing behind the teenager, the kid turned around and attempted to run from the shaking, scared man. Blindly, he struck into Grimm, who's body did not waver. Bouncing off, the teenager landed on his ass. Hard. "What the F**k is your problem?" Snarling through the darkness, Grimm's eyes blazed with an intense anger behind them. "Stealing? Threatening? What else have you been doing? Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now." Death was a very real part of Grimm's life, so he thought nothing of threatening it upon this kid. The boy thought it was pretty harsh, though.
"Wow, man. I steal some money and you want to kill me? That's pretty harsh." The kid had some balls. Despite the fact that he was knocked to the ground, he still tried to mouth off at the Quincy. Mistake. Kneeling down so they were eye level, Grimm reached out his hand and wrapped his fingers around his throat. It was a slow, deliberate action. The teen was meant to see every movement that Grimm made. And he did. He watched, but did not react. He couldn't. Grimm's spirit pressure sky-rocketed and flattened the boy.
"Killing? I'm not killing. I'm just stealing. I'm stealing your life, just as you stole that man's money. Where is the difference? I see none." Teeth gritted in harsh fangs, his fingers squeezed slightly. Of course, he had no intention to kill the kid. Not for this. But it was still damn scary. "I'm... sorry..." Wheezing, the boy's face was turning blue. Releasing it, Grimm instead grabbed onto the collar of his shirt. Hoisting him into the air, he stared the boy down.
"Don't apologize to me, you insolent worm. Apologize to the one you threatened to kill. And don't skip out. I'll be watching." Suddenly, the kid was released, and Grimm was gone. A simply Hirenkyaku set him atop the building to their immediate left. Watching the kid go over and apologize to the man he robbed, as well as relinquishing all that he had stolen, Grimm smiled.
Fear wasn't always the best answer. But it usually got the best results.