Cross frowned as he heard someone yell out and knew an attack was eminent,<span style="color: #FF0000">"Eric." </span>Cross purred and Eric was in control of his body again. In one swift and calculated move he held out his hand causing a wind that had the power of a hurricane to slam their attacker back through the air and against a wall,<span style="color: #40BF00">"What is the meaning of this! I have shown you no ill will my good man and you would dare to attack an unarmed man!" </span>Eric scoffed at the impudence of this man as Cross laughed in his head.<br/><br/>The difference between Cross and Eric was very clear at this moment. Eric always stood at his full height and looked at everything a cold calculating way. Cross on the other hand slouched and acted like a man whore. Also he would have killed this man without a second thought when Eric had just kept him pinned against the wall. Eric looked without much interest at the cuts on his hand and arm and he knew if Cross had made him wait any longer he might have lost his arm to this strange mans attack. He increased the power of his wind to slam the man hard enough into the side of a  building that it started to crack before he suddenly released him.<br/><br/>Eric pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at the already healing cuts on his hands. He scowled as he was forced to witness yet another reminder that he was bound to Cross completely. He returned his attention to the man,<span style="color: #40BF00">"Well are you going to speak for yourself or am I going to have to take an action that we will both regret." </span>Eric himself was never much of a fighter but his ability over the wind was ungodly and he knew that. Cross on the other hand knew how to fight with his bare fists and even his swords and magic. Cross usually used a dagger and a short sword but both had been left at home. So if he did let Cross fight then he would be labeled even more of an abomination with the townsfolk and his peers.<br/><br/>As much as it did pain him to allow Sekhet to see him as a monster he may have no choice. He hated how that seemed to be a recurring theme in his current life. He returned his cold gaze to the man who had attacked him and waited for a response from him. Cross was waiting for it to and already he was whimpering for blood in Eric's head.