"You fuc*ing sh…" The guard screamed and drew a baton. His soul energy enveloped the weapon in the next moment.
But Azrael moved faster.
He slammed the man into the wall, throat first, the metal baton clattering to the floor.
Veins bulged in Azrael's arms. The black glove on his hand glowed ominously, but was suppressed it right away while the guard thrashed helplessly.
"AZRAEL!"
As a soft voice reached him, the boy turned. Maggie's eyes were wide with panic. "Please… don't… You'll get killed for this. Let go of him."
He didn't move, though.
She stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Please… others will be punished because of your actions. Let him go."
For a second, the fury boiled. But then, slowly… he released his grip and pushed him away.
*cough* cough*
The guard dropped to the ground, coughing violently, clutching his throat.
Azrael turned away.
