"Raven? What's wrong?" Inquired Celia, as she noticed the tense look on his face, before following his gaze right as a fireball came shooting out of the alley towards Raven.
Raven put his guard up, before pausing as he noticed that the fireball was weak and slow, a bemused look appearing on his face as he easily batted it away with the back of his hand as it closed in on him.
"What just...," He muttered, before his eyes widened in surprise as a small figure came sprinting out of the alley, charging straight towards him.
It was a young boy, appearing to be around twelve or thirteen. He had a look of immense hatred in his eyes, and he was clutching a kitchen knife in his hands as he shot towards Raven.
"I'll kill you!" He yelled furiously as he closed in on Raven, driving the knife forward.
