[Yuri casually pulls his crutch back, setting it back down on the ground so he can lean on it while the novice continues to wail. He isn't bothered by the sound at all, it's a pretty typical noise you get from people when their bodies are damaged without any kind of anaesthesia. A total lack of sympathy for the novice makes him even less inclined to care. With the novice no longer an immediate threat his attention turns a bit more to Hazel.
He sees glimpses of her expression as she keeps pummeling the novice, not stopping even when it's clear their point has been made. There's a good chance, if left alone, she'll just kill the guy, since he doesn't look like he's going to be composing himself enough to fight back anytime soon. And he could just leave her to it, because it isn't really his problem if this random idiot dies. People are killed every day, even ones who don't deserve having their life cut short. Nothing makes this novice special. But....
He's glancing up, seeing the rest of the novice's team still down on the rink. They're finding this less entertaining as it starts to dawn on them how serious the situation actually is. Between them and any other audience members who stuck around --
Goddamnit.
A wanton display of violence is the easier route here, that's for certain. But he can see the worst case scenario unfolding before his eyes - the team gets involved, some other asshole who might be a full vampire decides to throw down - and he doesn't like where it leads. Namely, there's a chance that someone stronger will step in, and the two of them could still get maimed or worse.
It's smart to know when to stand up for yourself, and it's smart to know when and how to intimidate others into overlooking your own weaknesses. It's also smart to know when to get the fuck out of Dodge, and Hazel doesn't look like she's in the frame of mind to consider any of this.
That's why he reaches down with his free hand to grab the back of her shirt collar and yank her away from the novice. It's a gamble, sort of like trying to scruff a hissing cat with their claws out and teeth bared, but - ugh - he doesn't want to ditch her. He tries to drag her to her feet, his grin fading a bit and his voice sharp.]
Hazel needs both a high five and a hug
He sees glimpses of her expression as she keeps pummeling the novice, not stopping even when it's clear their point has been made. There's a good chance, if left alone, she'll just kill the guy, since he doesn't look like he's going to be composing himself enough to fight back anytime soon. And he could just leave her to it, because it isn't really his problem if this random idiot dies. People are killed every day, even ones who don't deserve having their life cut short. Nothing makes this novice special. But....
He's glancing up, seeing the rest of the novice's team still down on the rink. They're finding this less entertaining as it starts to dawn on them how serious the situation actually is. Between them and any other audience members who stuck around --
Goddamnit.
A wanton display of violence is the easier route here, that's for certain. But he can see the worst case scenario unfolding before his eyes - the team gets involved, some other asshole who might be a full vampire decides to throw down - and he doesn't like where it leads. Namely, there's a chance that someone stronger will step in, and the two of them could still get maimed or worse.
It's smart to know when to stand up for yourself, and it's smart to know when and how to intimidate others into overlooking your own weaknesses. It's also smart to know when to get the fuck out of Dodge, and Hazel doesn't look like she's in the frame of mind to consider any of this.
That's why he reaches down with his free hand to grab the back of her shirt collar and yank her away from the novice. It's a gamble, sort of like trying to scruff a hissing cat with their claws out and teeth bared, but - ugh - he doesn't want to ditch her. He tries to drag her to her feet, his grin fading a bit and his voice sharp.]
Let's go.