[ It takes something fairly intimidating to scare Cal. The first time he almost died, the way the Animus moved him around like a paper doll, and now the hooded figure that quite literally towered over him. The hand is the first thing he notices. Then the lightning does little to ease the feeling that shoots up through his spine. It is a feeling he knows instantly: powerlessness.
Instincts kick in. He takes a step back and his wrist flicks. The silver blade shoots out from his wrist. Not that he thinks he can take on the hooded figure. ]
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Instincts kick in. He takes a step back and his wrist flicks. The silver blade shoots out from his wrist. Not that he thinks he can take on the hooded figure. ]