Aven watched as the bulky kid brushed off- Strawberry, was it? He'd heard the small metallic maid called such- Strawberry's efforts like a ball of lint, though from the painful clang resounding from the bully's punch, her body wasn't so easily moved. The job was turning out to be more than a little difficult for them, though only two of the three wizards hired were inclined to help. He couldn't help but feel the cat-like woman's gaze upon him, almost as if she were judging his actions. Or, perhaps judging wasn't the correct word: evaluating seemed to fit the situation better. Regardless, he couldn't shake the words "Lady Syn" had said about becoming "heated" in these situations. That could mean she was abstaining to keep from hurting the bully, and spoiling the job. He could respect that, if it truly was the case. However, the sentiment didn't solve their predicament. The only one of the three of them intimidating enough to scare a bully was Lady Syn, unless...
Aven sighed. All it left was his last resort, a trump card he was always reluctant to play. The situation, however, begged for it, his gentle face and mannerisms hardly enough to intimidate someone like that bully. As Aven strode over toward the Bully, Strawberry, and the child being bullied, his form began to shift. The silky white suit he wore slowly turned black, becoming skin-like, almost leathery. The muscles throughout his body bulged and twisted, and with a flick of his wrist, the cane in his hand was buried halfway into the ground along his path. Emerald green engravings sparked and twisted along his shoulders, face, and chest, while horns grew and curled out of his skull, his clothes all but vanished save a pair of pitch dark pants.
In the place of the gentlemanly Aven Alveron strode a terrifyingly muscular demon, at lest six inches taller than Aven himself, drawing the attention of the bully within milliseconds, freezing him in his tracks. The pain in the bully's hand faded as his terror grew, churning and increasing by the second. The icy hand of dread grasped the large boy's heart at the same time the Demon grasped his collar, lifting him like a ragdoll several feet into the air. Aven, the demon, spoke, his voice recognizable, but amplified with a deep, magical echo. "As you can see, I am much stronger than you, I could easily replicate the abuse you've inflicted on others a hundredfold. While contemplating that act, however, a query crossed my mind: should the strong really prey on those weaker than them? It's such an INTRIGUING concept, I was wondering what you thought."
A small bit of liquid could be seen staining the pants of the bully, and after a few seconds of pure, unadulterated horror, he squeaked out, "N-n-n-no." With that concession, Aven set the boy down- only for the boy to collapse in a terrified heap, of course- and his form reverted, becoming his normal self as if nothing had occurred. As bright smile spread over his face. "Excellent! I'm ecstatic that you feel that way, because that's exactly what I was thinking! Be sure to keep that in mind from now on, young man." With that, he turned and strode back to where he'd left his cane, pulling it casually from the ground and brushing the dirt off. "Miss Strawberry, I believe that's all that is required of us. Excellent work, by the way!"
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