October's violet eyes widened when she saw the men holding guns. Her and Tsim had done nothing to anger them... was it just because they had powers? She sighed inwardly, knowing that because the people didn't understand it, her friend and she were automatically considered monsters. She hadn't been exposed to such actions back home with her parents, but had been told about it. She closed her eyes for a moment and took in a breath to calm herself.
Don't get scared. That's the last thing you need to feel right now.... she thought to herself.
She stretched out her left hand, the sound of cracking ice filling the air. She was only doing this for defense; she didn't really want to give these people even more of a reason to hate people with powers. The thirteen-year-old's scythe came to her hand, and she held it diagonally over her chest, resting it in her right hand as well. The blade was pointed downwards for now, so as not to really hurt anyone. She wondered if this situation could possibly be talked about with words instead of violence, but doubted it. October looked to Tsim, but still keeping an eye on the mob, waiting.
