[ Fenris has another protester in his grip--specifically, he's got the man's arms pinioned behind his back, and he's twisting the man's wrists painfully, and he's hearing the bones crack--and then Juvia intervenes.
The man whimpers in pain as Fenris looks up and beyond him, scowling at Juvia's declaration. Stop him? He's doing his job--or so he thinks, right there, in the heat of this moment. Anger boils in him, toxic and thick. Anger and frustration and hatred, all coalescing inside of him, all searching for release, for direction. These rioters are an easy target. So is the woman before him. ]
Leave me be, witch.
[ He spits as he throws the man against the wall of a half-destroyed shop. The wall is burnt black and crumbling; debris falls from it as the man's body connects with the weakened wood and stone, scatters across the freshly wet street. ]
no subject
The man whimpers in pain as Fenris looks up and beyond him, scowling at Juvia's declaration. Stop him? He's doing his job--or so he thinks, right there, in the heat of this moment. Anger boils in him, toxic and thick. Anger and frustration and hatred, all coalescing inside of him, all searching for release, for direction. These rioters are an easy target. So is the woman before him. ]
Leave me be, witch.
[ He spits as he throws the man against the wall of a half-destroyed shop. The wall is burnt black and crumbling; debris falls from it as the man's body connects with the weakened wood and stone, scatters across the freshly wet street. ]
I'm following orders.