The stranger grabbed him and Ezekiel couldent understand or quite deny the sharp acr of soft electric awareness that caressed him all over his skin as the man wrestled with him.
His long lean legs wrapped around Ezekiel hips, while his other hand snatched at Ezekiels hair, tangling in his scalp and Ezekiel sensed the strike that was coming next.
The mortal was going to stab the needle into his chest. Speed and skill brought his palm up into its path. He crushed the mortal's hand into his own and the syringe and at just the right angle to keep it from shattering.
The mortal gasped, his green eyes widening in fear as Ezekiel nearly crushed his hand. Ezekiel could have snapped his wrist just them, or used his strength to force the syringe to burst in his hand and cut his palm open...
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