Noises drifted over the at first peaceful morning, the heavy pronounced sounds of punches and battle. It perked his ears, and he quickly stood. What would be happening so early in such a lazy town? He started to move towards where he heard them, slowly and gracefully picking up speed, every footfall light. He'd never asked to be so graceful, but now that he possessed the skill, it was handy. While footing was treacherous in the snow, Diablo didn't slip once.
Reaching the source of the noise, his black, black eyes took in the scene around him. Two women seemed to be on the ground, one shirtless, one unconscious. A man was the perpetrator of it all, seeing as he was the only one left standing. Some might have shown emotion here, rage, shock, indignation. Diablo simply looked as he always did, blank-faced and curious. Yet this man was assaulting women, looked to be raping one or possibly both. That wasn't acceptable. He was a sinner, and needed to die.
Again moving forward in his strange dance-like movements, Diablo lunged into grabbing range, and attempted to shoot out a long arm, and clamp a long oversized hand around his neck, or get a good handful of his shoulder. Anywhere would do. He was already pulling energy from the earth, pooling it inside him. He could filter it into a dozen deadly things, but those took time. Instead he only put a slight haze on the energy, to make it so it didn't hurt the Elemental's body, then released it through the hand into the man. Let's see how a mortal can stand up to the almost-raw life force of the earth.
