The thugs weren't prepared for the light, and several of them are cursing and pawing at their faces when it fades. Of the more alert ones, one only has time to notice the eyes before WHAM he gets kicked into the nearest row of chairs. The two in the forefront snarl, exchange glances, and lunge at the space where they assume their intended victim still is.
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Date: 2007-10-26 04:10 am (UTC)