( @unfortunateoracle from here ) His eyes and palms are glowing fiercely with his magic as he stands in front of Athi. Not that he really needs it, because if this motherfucker takes even one step closer he’s going to break their nose with his fist, the good old fashioned way. He doesn’t care if he has to jump to do it. Zander casts a brief glance behind him when he hears her speak. ‘You’ll get hurt’. He gives a soft, humorless laugh. “Don’t care.” Now he addresses the assailant with narrowed eyes, rolling his sleeves up. “You wanna do this, we can do this. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The stranger sneers, moving forward to swing at Zander-- he ducks under their arm and tackles them to the ground. Ah, the perks of being small. The two of them trade blows back and forth until Zander, dizzy and with a bloody nose, manages to get his hands on either side of the fucker’s face. He whispers something, eyes glowing, teeth bared-- he’s calling spirits, and the spirits have a lot of interesting things to tell this poor soul, judging by the way their face pales and their arms thrash as if to fight off not only Zander, but some other unseen assailants. After a few moments of this, Zander lets the stranger out from under him. They scramble to their feet and speedwalk away, visibly shaken, and Zander turns to Athi. “Are you hurt?”
