@darkenforcer cont from here
The number of times Mobei Jun could count on one hand that some pint-sized human had thrown themself at his chest, pleading for assistance, would be twice. An astounding two times.
The first occured when his Shang Qinghua fled from a nest of monstrous, maneating ruby-eyed spiders. He snotted all over the front of Mobei Jun's robes and clung to his waist crying desperately 'My King! Save me!' The pathetic display stirred something deep inside him, but at the time he couldn't figure out exactly what.. so he did the only rational thing any demon would do in his position! He peeled Shang Qinghua off and flung him back into to ravenous mandibles of the spider swarm! He realized, some time later, that what he felt was sympathy and probably shouldn't have thrown his attendant..
And the second time is now. As he stares down at the unfamiliar face, Mobei Jun decided he wouldn't make the same mistake he did years ago. When the shouts of angry bar patrons reached the allyway and the thrashing of heavy footfalls stampede closer, he effortlessly scoops the human up into his arms.
"Hush. They're coming." His voice rumbles, the thought of retreat occurring to him for a fraction of a second- but demons never retreat. Instead he plots, the temperature plummets and a thin layer of ice crackles as it engulfs the street and surrounding buildings.
The first patron rounds the corner shouting, "Found the bastard!" A second chimes in, "Get 'im!" While a third roars, "He's mine!" Simultaneously all three skid on the ice, toppling into one another and slipping on their asses.
Mobei Jun huffs, the corner of his lips twitch. It's not quite a grin but it's pretty damn close as he watches on in amusement at their failed attempts to stand upright. This emtertains him for a good 5 seconds before he grows bored from their struggle and turns to leave, with the human who caused all this ruckus still held firmly in his arms.