[ He hadn't had much time to really look at whoever he was pushing into the alley, but now that he gets the chance... For a moment, Cain's features soften. It's not as if he would ever underestimate someone like her, but from an initial glance, she looks soft and in need of protection. He isn't sure if that's true, but regardless of that, he doesn't let go of the umbrella until there's enough space between them and the entrance.
Over the rain, he thinks he hears someone shouting. The man whose wrist he'd broken is among them—still crying like a baby. ]
Helping. [ Cain clenches his fist. Hopefully, they're not armed; it'd just make things more difficult. ] They want to steal whatever you've got.
[ And even if it might be easier just to toss the umbrella at them, Cain's looking forward to this fight. He needs it. He can practically taste it. ]
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Over the rain, he thinks he hears someone shouting. The man whose wrist he'd broken is among them—still crying like a baby. ]
Helping. [ Cain clenches his fist. Hopefully, they're not armed; it'd just make things more difficult. ] They want to steal whatever you've got.
[ And even if it might be easier just to toss the umbrella at them, Cain's looking forward to this fight. He needs it. He can practically taste it. ]