Isaac shrunk back, curling into a ball against the wall. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on himself…. Fear and pain poisoned his body as he tried his best not to cry. After hearing a familiar voice he glanced up “No-he’ll hurt you! D-Don’t” It was no use, she was already stood between the scared wolf and this brute of a man. Isaac felt a tear escape down his cheek as the man grabbed the girl, tossing her to the floor in one, effortless motion.
Maybe it was the offhanded denigration and the way Isaac just took it, or the casual throwing of the knife — or simply the hunter’s assumption that being any kind of supernatural creature made one worthless. “You know nothing,” she said, voice low and controlled. She touched Isaac’s arm, pulling his pain away, and added, “You never asked what I was.”
It felt like something broke open inside her, tearing its way to the surface, and as she lunged for the hunter, fire burst from her hands. ”I know exactly what he is,” she snarled, breathing rough. “He is my /friend/. That is all I need to know.”
The hunter was caught off guard, having had no idea that this girl was also supernatural in some way. He gritted his teeth together as she spoke, glaring at the pair of monsters standing before him. Isaac felt his pain seep away into Summer, releasing a small breath of relief. “Well then you’re both better off dead!” he snapped before spitting at them, ”My job is to rid the world of scum like you!” He yelled, confidence in every word. As soon as fire burst out of the girl’s hands his confidence faded and he flinched back. “O-Okay,” he murmured, holding out his hands to protect himself, “let’s not get aggressive…”
Her fingers curled into claws with the force of her anger. “Let’s not get /aggressive/?” she spat. “You’re trying to kill him!” She stalked forward, driving him back, swiping at him with hands filled with fire. The fire didn’t seem to burn her, dancing and curling against her skin, but the heat radiated into the small alley, and sparks drifted upward. She’d never been so angry in her life, and it was that, perhaps, that impelled her next actions.
She impressed fear on the hunter; terrible, debilitating, unreasoning terror, of her, of Isaac, of the supernatural. She burned it into his brain, and said, “Leave, now, and never come back.”