Hey! Stop– [ Stephen staggers to his feet, still not quite balanced, still not quite fully in control as he tightens his conjuration of the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak around the woman's arms. A tiny drop, an iota of his powers to prevent any lasting physical harm – but maybe even in that he's underestimated his own lack of power, as he stumbles as if the woman is pulling physically out of his grasp.
Behind him, the seller gasps as the tray of dumplings near the pink-haired woman topples over onto the ground. Someone smarter than Stephen might have figured out that she probably cared more about preserving her goods than apprehending the would-be thief, but – alas, having never worked food retail in his long centuries of existence, he's ignorant to such things. ]
Get back here– [ She's – uncannily strong, actually, despite the brace around her arm, and as she jerks away, Stephen grits his teeth and yanks the chains toward him with disproportionate force, causing her to lurch forward and–
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Behind him, the seller gasps as the tray of dumplings near the pink-haired woman topples over onto the ground. Someone smarter than Stephen might have figured out that she probably cared more about preserving her goods than apprehending the would-be thief, but – alas, having never worked food retail in his long centuries of existence, he's ignorant to such things. ]
Get back here– [ She's – uncannily strong, actually, despite the brace around her arm, and as she jerks away, Stephen grits his teeth and yanks the chains toward him with disproportionate force, causing her to lurch forward and–
Right into the side of the cart. ]