#IStandWithStarlight, [x] @straysupe
There wasn't even a pause when Stray warned, the words themself seeming to be lost in the tension. Tension that didn't ease when a fist flew into the young man's throat, a warning of their own. People were fragile. "Have any more dumb shit to say? You feeling lucky with three on two?" Tsillah barked at them, an aggressive step forward that had the college boys feet shuffling subtly backwards while their friend recovered. "Because I'd be happy teaching fuckheads like you that numbers don't matter." Tsillah grunted, being forced to take a step back when Stray pulled the fabric of their cape, head turning to look at her- a mix of emotions behind their half-mask. They started to open their mouth to say something but Stray continued and the words that she said hit them. They clenched their jaw shut for a moment before sniffing and turning their head. "It's criminals I go after. The second any of you fuckers mess up, you're fair. Fucking. Game." It was Tsillah's turn to snatch, their hand gripping the shapeshifter's wrist, pulling it from their cape and, with Stray still in her grip, began to move them away from the three young men. "We need to fucking talk."