Calen fully intended to walk in the complete opposite direction from Joss- the nutter would probably think he'd be following him- but as he started off he saw the outline of three unfortunately familiar shapes and ducked into a doorway, crouching down and turning his face away in the hopes that they would pass him by thinking he was a random drunk.
But they'd caught sight of Joss, he could tell by the way they picked up speed as they hurried down the street. He hesitated a moment, then swore to himself and climbed to his feet again, creeping after them as inconspicuously as possible.
By the time he reached them the idiots had a slumped figure surrounded. Joss, it had to be Joss. Corryn's foot lashed out in a vicious kick and Calen saw red.
With a snarl, he darted forward and grabbed the larger man's arm, jerking him back and throwing him off balance. "What the hell?!" Corryn's fist came swinging at his face and he threw up his forearm to block it, his other hand slamming into the man's chest, making a claw over his heart.
His eyes flashed, eldritch blue, and suddenly the big man froze as cold seeped into his skin. A hand clamped down on Calen's shoulder, starting to pull him back, and he spat, "Call your men off or I stop your heart."
"B-back off!" Corryn's voice was rather high for such a large man. He stared down at Calen with wide eyes.
The ice mage tsked and shook his head. "I didn't want to do this. But feel that?" He sent another surge of magic through his palm and Corryn gasped. "I'm cooling your blood. I could freeze it if I wanted to. Stops your heart in a beat and a half. You really wanna risk that?"
Slowly, the man shook his head. His friends were glancing between their leader and the man they'd left slumped on the ground.