[ salts? he hasn't the faintest idea what the man means, but that's the least of his concerns as he's shoved ungently against the alley wall, struggling ineffectually. a touch of power behind his shove would have him free in no time, but it refuses to come, burning dry in his senses. ]
Sent me? You're the one that chased me down here-- let go.
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Sent me? You're the one that chased me down here-- let go.