[Reigning back three infected at once and trying to decide what to do with them is a very preoccupying affair, enough so that Mob senses the aura early on and yet doesn't quite register it for what it could be. Not until it's strong enough to be practically on top of him, anyway, a charged ozone tang in the air prickling at the back of his throat. Like a storm's about to happen, except--
Instead of raindrops or thunder, it's a tall man that suddenly all but bursts into the scene and Mob's line of attention, with a shout loud enough to startle both Mob and the infected. Mob's focus cuts, and the infected snap free, two of them promptly rounding on the man--who proceeds to whack one with a baseball bat.]
Huh--? [The infected meeting an early-batted fate folds to the ground with a groan; their partner lunges for the man with renewed vigor. Mob stares at all of these very quickly unfolding proceedings like a deer caught in headlights, but then the third infected is lurching towards him, and he jerks a step back just in time to narrowly avoid a swiping hand. Looks like it's a fight happening here...and it looks like that stranger can hit things quite hard. Mob hopes he doesn't get hurt, though he hopes at the same time that the infected don't get too hurt either--]
Ah, please--be careful-- [--And that's all he can squeak out, before the infected has another go at him. Mob steps back into the alley this time, raising a hand again. He...still doesn't know what he ought to do, exactly, but the infected follows him back into the alley--and out of obvious sight of any possible nearby civilians--which is enough reassurance to apply his powers more openly again. Mob lifts the infected straight up into the air with a nudge of telekinesis, and just...sort of lets the person hang up there for a bit, suspended, limbs flailing and snarling down incoherently at him. It's not as if this takes a particular lot of energy, anyway, and this way Mob can refocus his attention back to the alley entrance where that man had been fighting the other two. Is he okay...?]
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Instead of raindrops or thunder, it's a tall man that suddenly all but bursts into the scene and Mob's line of attention, with a shout loud enough to startle both Mob and the infected. Mob's focus cuts, and the infected snap free, two of them promptly rounding on the man--who proceeds to whack one with a baseball bat.]
Huh--? [The infected meeting an early-batted fate folds to the ground with a groan; their partner lunges for the man with renewed vigor. Mob stares at all of these very quickly unfolding proceedings like a deer caught in headlights, but then the third infected is lurching towards him, and he jerks a step back just in time to narrowly avoid a swiping hand. Looks like it's a fight happening here...and it looks like that stranger can hit things quite hard. Mob hopes he doesn't get hurt, though he hopes at the same time that the infected don't get too hurt either--]
Ah, please--be careful-- [--And that's all he can squeak out, before the infected has another go at him. Mob steps back into the alley this time, raising a hand again. He...still doesn't know what he ought to do, exactly, but the infected follows him back into the alley--and out of obvious sight of any possible nearby civilians--which is enough reassurance to apply his powers more openly again. Mob lifts the infected straight up into the air with a nudge of telekinesis, and just...sort of lets the person hang up there for a bit, suspended, limbs flailing and snarling down incoherently at him. It's not as if this takes a particular lot of energy, anyway, and this way Mob can refocus his attention back to the alley entrance where that man had been fighting the other two. Is he okay...?]