[A swift, hard sidekick launched the cop above the few civilians in the street and threw him into a building, smashing the brick wall under the weight of the man and the sheer force of the blow. Breathless from the exertion, Barnaby righted his stance and regarded the other man with eyes that weren't his normal green but a strange, luminescent blue while the others scattered in shock. He removed his glasses-- he didn't need them, and gently tucked them into his breast pocket while he focused on filtering out the sound to lock on the words spoken.]
Steve.
[It wasn't a question, but a statement of what was real. They were strangers, he knew it in his heart, but he knew that the man's name was Steve.
But the sensory stimulus was distracting, and his eyes locked onto a movement just beyond Steve...]
Duck!
[He leapt into action, literally, and lashed out at the policeman's head without emotion or remorse. Barnaby was acting on instinct that he barely recognized, and decided to deal with the fallout later.
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Steve.
[It wasn't a question, but a statement of what was real. They were strangers, he knew it in his heart, but he knew that the man's name was Steve.
But the sensory stimulus was distracting, and his eyes locked onto a movement just beyond Steve...]
Duck!
[He leapt into action, literally, and lashed out at the policeman's head without emotion or remorse. Barnaby was acting on instinct that he barely recognized, and decided to deal with the fallout later.
The cop wasn't going to go down so easy.]