Questionable Entrance

[Albert Wesker]

Kuzan remained kneeling by the two frozen bandits. For far longer than he should have. There was a cold look on his face, and behind his glasses, his eyes were empty and staring intently at the incapacitated crooks. His hands, clamped down on what had once been their throats, clenched tighter for a handful of heartbeats, and a few tiny cracks spidered out through the ice. For a few tense seconds, he looked ready and willing to crush the ice in his grasp and permanently end the threat of these two particular bandits.

Several seconds passed, and his fingers trembled, before slowly loosening their grip. A tense breath hissed out of him, and his expression lost its hard edges and his body visibly relaxed. It wasn't his job to dole out judgement anymore. He didn't even really have any personal obligations to take these criminals in. Or to even leave them alive. But he pulled his hands away from the frozen mooks, rising up to stand and dusting off his coat as he did so. Leaving their fate up to whatever the proper authorities around here were would be the right thing to do.

Besides, maybe after being so thoroughly and soundly trounced and dealt with, they would learn their lesson.

.......it could happen.

He simply slipped his hands in the pockets of his coat and turned to regard the former ringleader of the failed highway robbery. He didn't say anything, just let the faint traces of cold mist from his powers still streaming off of him get the message across: try anything funny and wind up a thiefsicle.

And for a moment, the cloaked man looked defiant, his lip curling in a snarl. He managed to hold his bravado for roughly half a second before it broke completely, and he looked down, utterly defeated. ".....remember this..."

He mumbled something, only a few words audible in the faint breeze. But Kuzan had heard it enough times to have a general idea of the message. Looked like there was a grudge to be held here, for all the intimidation that would bring with it. "Arara...guess we'll have to be careful, then."

The cloaked man's face went sour at the mocking comment, pulling himself the rest of the way out of the pit. And as soon as he did, a sudden grin split his features. He made a movement as if he had stumbled. One hand slapped down against the ground, and he let out a cry of "DUST BOMB!"

And immediately the ground reacted as if a metric ton of dust had been ripped up into the air to whirl around and swirl in a blinding, almost choking cloud. There was the sound of arrogant laughing, and rapid footsteps retreating off the road. "Next time....I won't be caught off guard! You'd best watch your backs!"

By the time the dust cleared enough to allow sight again, the man was completely lost from sight. If nothing else, at least he was fast.

"Well....he's good at running away, at least."