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"No. There is no need for violence." Edward was crouched over the injured human, expression a mixture of amusement and impatience, as they reached for their sword. He raised his hand slowly, eyes locking with theirs, and snapped his fingers; his magic immediately increasing the weight of their sword by 10-fold. "Reach for your steel again, for any purpose other than sheathing it, and I will embed it in your gut." He warned, finally turning his gaze towards the injury. "The Gods must have been shining upon you. My attendants rarely allow themselves to be seen by interlopers, let alone call for me to help them.
"Just who are you, traveler?" He shifted in that moment to rest the man's head in his lap, "The person, or thing, that hurt you --- do they still roam outside?"















