•••Useless Move•••
Aaron walks through the lively streets of the city, enjoying a rare moment away from the palace’s tense atmosphere. As he turns down a quieter, narrow alley, he senses a shift—a sudden, unsettling quiet as shadows loom around him. Five figures close in, blocking his way forward and cutting off his escape. Aaron quickly assesses the situation, recognizing the faint crest on their jackets—Cassian’s seal. He narrows his eyes, understanding that this ambush is no coincidence.]
Gang Leader
The mighty doctor walks alone. Looks like you’re not as untouchable as they say
Aaron Blackwood
[calmly, hands in his pockets, observing the gang with a steady gaze] If Cassian sent you, he must be running out of ideas—and courage
Gang member 1
[mocking laugh] He didn’t send us for conversation. He said to make sure the message was clear. And we don’t leave until it is
[Aaron shifts his stance, positioning himself strategically as the gang members close in. His movements are controlled and deliberate, exuding an air of quiet authority. As the first attacker lunges forward, Aaron sidesteps effortlessly, grabbing the man’s arm and twisting it sharply, disarming him in a single, precise motion.]
Aaron Blackwood
[coldly, his voice laced with irritation] Cassian must be disappointed if he thinks such amateur theatrics would be effective
[Another gang member, slightly more hesitant, takes a swing. Aaron dodges smoothly, his knowledge of anatomy evident as he strikes a pressure point, rendering the attacker immobile.]
Gang member 2
[grunting in pain, glaring up at Aaron] You’re just a doctor. How…?
Aaron Blackwood
[smirking faintly] A doctor who knows exactly where to strike. Perhaps Cassian should’ve sent someone who values precision over bravado
[The gang falters, thrown off by Aaron’s calm, unyielding demeanor. They exchange uncertain glances, clearly realizing they are outmatched. Aaron remains unflinching, his piercing gaze unwavering as he assesses each one with a clinical detachment.]
Gang Leader
[spits, his confidence waning] This isn’t over. Cassian doesn’t take kindly to being crossed
Aaron Blackwood
[taking a step closer, his voice laced with calm menace] Then tell him to come find me him self next time—if he dares
[Aaron’s words hang heavy in the air, and the gang members begin to back away, visibly shaken by the realization that they’ve underestimated him. They disappear into the shadows, their confidence visibly rattled. Aaron watches them retreat, his expression cool, showing no hint of fear or triumph.]
Later that day, back at the palace
,[Cassian stands by a large window, gazing out with a calculating look. One of his loyal followers approaches, relaying the events of the failed ambush. Cassian’s face darkens, the realization dawning on him that Aaron’s resilience is more formidable than he anticipated. He mutters to himself, a hint of frustration showing for the first time.]
Cassian Virelli
[under his breath, reluctantly] Perhaps… it’s wiser not to provoke the doctor further. The others may be easier targets
[For the first time, Cassian senses that continuing this feud with Aaron may be more trouble than it’s worth. His ambition and pride war with the strategic part of his mind, but after a moment, he decides to redirect his focus, leaving Aaron off his list of adversaries—at least for now.]
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