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Hands and arms pressed strongly against the backs of the two youths. A man in a large trench coat, his face concealed mostly by a low tipped hat and a raised scarf, pushed the light haired girl and boy. "You both should know better then to causally use your powers in public like that." His said. His voice wasn't angry or panicked, but firm.

Bardon had nearly been deterred just like many of the others when the girl had tried to flood a feeling of disinterest into the crowed. However he stayed undeterred, flooding his own body with adrenalin to keep focus, when he how much of a display the boy had made of himself with that little sprint of his. Even if the girl had some kind of empathy ability, it would be enough to remove the memory of the people that had been there. The more aware ones would also shortly realize that their emotions were being manipulated, just as Bardon had, and fight against it. If any of that wasn't enough, pulling out the glowing blades and pressing them against the girls throat was sure to reignite the crowds awareness to the scene.

Quickly he glanced back behind them, seeing that several people were throwing questioning stares and worried expressions their way. Bardon pushed slightly stronger, trying to hurry the both of them onto another street, away from the site and from any onlookers. "I suggest you move with haste, before anyone gets a good look at either of you two." He said, in a steady tone that left no room for debate. "Unless you enjoy the idea of getting chased out of the city by an angry mob. Or worse."