“Well don’t I feel famous,” Eros slid his knives with equal precision back within their clasps around his torso, melting to his body with ease. His suit was hardly ruffled in the fight, his hair only a little swept out of place. He ran a hand through his hair as he surveyed the ex-Guardian. “You knew I would do this,” Ramon said. “You didn’t think we didn’t come prepared?” Eros stepped around the bodies still inanimate. He touched Marcus’s shoulder, tracing a line down his bare skin. The dark giant blinked out of his reverie. “Thank you, Eros,” he looked to the shop owner. “Ramon,” he nodded. “You used me,” Ramon said. “Consider it a strategic manoeuvre,” Eros stepped around the demons lowering their weapons careful not to touch them directly. “Using your power saved me from using mine.” He glanced at Ramon over his shoulder, “You know how draining manipulating time is. I knew you would only be able to do it once and”- “If I used it, y
Everything went utterly still. The three demons, Marcus and Eros froze midair, a sword in mid-slash from Marcus, a spear careening part way through a glass shelf. All around shards of glass hung like suspended raindrops in the air, shimmering with kinetic energy. “I warned you,” Ramon lowered his hands. The three demons were scattered in the shop, mid snarl, mid lung, mid hiss. Ramon stepped forward towards the demons, towards Marcus. He lifted his hand to Marcus’s temple but before he could touch that smooth dark skin a voice chilled down his spine. “Marcus was right,” Eros lowered his sword mid strike. “You were one to watch.” Ramon blinked, once, twice. He lowered his hand, “You’re the Timekeeper.”
He caught her fist and held it aloft, his head turning to the side as the teacher appeared. Mrs Primstone held a power that quieted the world around her until no one dared speak, “You two, my office. RIGHT NOW.” The girl fell back panting on raw knuckles as she looked at that perfect face she’d marred for her satisfaction. He stared back at her swollen lip and shining blue eyes, that golden hair now dirtied in the mud. “Now you’ve done it,” he spat blood onto the concrete as he rose with ease, as if she’d hardly done anything to him. He stopped a few paces away from her and put out his hand, around her others whispered and someone even whistled. She batted it away and rose until she was standing opposite him, his head tipping down at hers, almost a head taller than her. She turned her back on him and marched to Mrs Primstone’s office still balling her fists as the golden haired boy watched on and followed. Her heart hammered in
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