User blog comment:GrandMethuselah67/Crossover Sheet: Jiezou City/@comment-23854671-20150915020003/@comment-26322734-20150915025708

"Gotcha." He saw the old man off. What a strange dude. He didn't speak nor dress like he was from around here. Maybe he was from a different plane? Or maybe he was a wizard. Wizards were weirdoes. How does magic even work, anyway? Halfaerd contemplated these questions as he used his nature magic to heal the knocked out thugs, but then he knocked them out again with his eyes after they were all healed up. He didn't want to have to deal with the shit-eating grins and the half-hearted "thank yous". He really, really hated street gangs. After they were all out and healed up, his trained senses picked up a few foot steps and even breathing. He was getting watched. One? Yes, one person. Company; that's something he definitely didn't ask for. "I don't take kindly to getting spied on. Come out, or something you really won't like will happen."