Rain was refreshing. Each drop it's own pioneer yet working together. It was soothing just as much as it was refreshing, but the smells that wafted into his nose told him its delicacy was soon to turn into a downpour. He picked up his pace just a little bit.
As he turned the corner, he could hear a whispered argument from a group of men a little ways off. One argued that it was wrong to rob a blind man, another argued that that's exactly why they should do it - an easy target.
Not today, boys, he thought desperately as he tightened the grip of his pointed cane.
If Aspen was anything, it wasn't an easy target.
Much to his disappointment, they decided to give it a try. What was worse is that he recognized by the feel of the wall that he was in one of the more rather isolated alleyways in the city. If they did manage to get the upper hand on him, and he was never one to misjudge anyone, then he could potentially be in trouble.
"Okay buddy," one of them said gruffly. "Give us everything you got on you and you won't get hurt."
Aspen could tell by the sound of his voice that he was an older man. He probably drank too much and smoked too much, and visited brothels more than he would like to admit. The additional voices, two in total, of his companions would say much of the same.
"Aren't you a little old to be robbing people?" Aspen asked, looking in their general direction. "I'd strongly advise against this."
"Well. We tried."
The leader of the group stepped up to him and gave him a little push, testing his boundaries. Aspen planted his foot behind him, taking the push but not falling over as the man had hoped. "Give it up," he hissed, pushing Aspen again. When Aspen didn't fall and chose not to respond, he swung a fist at him.
The Professor ducked out of the way, took a step back, and swung his cane under the man's legs in one clean motion. The robber toppled tot he ground.
Did he learn his lesson though? No, no he did not. He got back up to his feet, and wrapped him in a bear hug while the other two charged into him. Aspen had to admit that the hold was strong, and as he tried to wiggle his way out of it another man kicked the cane out of his hand.
"I warned you," Aspen muttered bitterly.
He closed his eyes, and the three were flung off of him with a wave of telekinetic energy. The sound of bones breaking was evident as their bodies slammed against the surrounding walls, and only one had the strength to fight back further.
"You bitch," the robber said through gritted teeth. He pulled a knife from his pocket and started to swing. The Professor in turn kicked the tip of his cane up, flipping in vertically so he could grab it, and shoved the pointed end into the man's chest. Killing him almost instantly.
Gods dammit.
He pulled the cane from the man's flesh and heard the body collapse.
He didn't want to kill anyone. He let them get the better of him in that split second, and he just reacted. He never wanted to actually kill them!
"Hey!" a voice called from down the alley. "I saw that!"
The sound of fleeting footsteps followed.
