Felix
As usual, we four guards stand in two pairs, while we watch a homeless man's body curl and wither under the witch's fiery control.
"What have you seen?" she inquired.
I look around the ally crossway. "This is reckless, Jane. We're almost in public's eye."
"I am Head of the Guard," she replies to me, though her beautiful vexed eyes remain steady on her target.
"Like hell you are," I find myself shooting back using a growl. And in my anger and spite, I move forward, feeling my predatory instincts taking over. I am itching to reach for her and tear her limbs apart, just as much as I have for the past decades after Aro basically demoted me to Secondary Command. "I've had it with you two!"
She blinks now, making her illusion fall. The mortal collapses, his face sliding into the gravel. He pants and whimpers, completely loss of words.
Rotating around, I can see her following expression is questioning me if she needs to attack me next.
But I don't make a further move; because her twin brother lingering beside her, had noticed my impulsiveness and he also steps forward in her defense, returning the silent glare. Small black clouds of vapor slowly emerge from his palms and it creeps forth, and hovers there for a moment. Like cobras waiting to strike.
I know for a fact that Alec is not the lesser of the two vices. He's worse.
Demetri finally cuts in, barking at us to play nicely. We all regain our self-control before he leaves with the twins wandering close behind, and I immediately rethink the whole thing.
Then I turn to the mortal, taking hold of him, tying off the lose end.