Jaegar walked towards them, rounding the corner to see a girl about his age backed against a fountain. Her hands were raised in a defensive posture, her expression a mixture of fear and defiance. What caught Jaegar's attention, however, were the faint traces of purple-coloured energy rotating around her, slowly rising.
"I said leave me alone," she warned, her voice surprisingly steady despite her predicament.
The largest of the men stepped forward, his hand glowing with rudimentary fire magic. "Or what? You'll lose control again? That's what we're counting on, freak."
Without thinking, Jaegar stepped forward. "That's enough." His voice was loud enough to turn their heads.
All heads turned toward him. Those young men sized him up, taking in his travel-worn appearance.
"Mind your own business, stranger," the leader said dismissively. "This doesn't concern you."
