Bad days come and go quite often when one is a cop and more often than not they happen moment after moment like a toddler flipping a light switch on and off. Mashi knew he had fucked up. Fucked up in such a way that even left him asking himself 'Why the fuck did you do that?' The blade of ice in his belly left him releasing a bit of his own magic in rage. Sparks of electricity danced over his skin as his eyes became a fiery red that glowed like embers in the very pits of hell. He wouldn't die here. Not at the hands of a snot nosed punk who thought he had shared too much about himself.<br/><br/>No.<br/><br/>Fuck that.<br/><br/>He was pissed now and going to show the boy he hadn't giving him the right to stab him yet. The ice melted as the electricity heated up the wound as it began to heal from the inside out. Sweat beaded on his fore head as he glared up from the ground at the ice mage above him. He would strangle him when he got his hands on him. A bolt charged in his palm before he punch upwards aiming for the too beautiful face.<br/><br/>Mashi had never considered himself morbid but a job can change a man. His had changed him into the sort who simply didn't care once you pissed them off. As soon as he was able he was on his feet ready to made the little shit pay, "Funny we seem more alike than I originally thought, you will pay for that. Likely with what no one ever took from you."