Adam did his best, most days, to avoid trouble. Ronan didn't count; he was a decent sort of trouble, the sort that knew better than to get him involved in things that were too much for him. Besides that, he was a normal sort of trouble - he was teenage-boy trouble.
He was not mugger trouble, that was what the Narration was getting at.
So the fact that someone had crowded Adam into the wall was not something he was equipped to deal with, not really. He told them, time and again, his Southern accent getting more and more pronounced, that he had nothing, that he wasn't from here, that he didn't even have a damned jacket on him. The guy seemed to determined, though, and finally pulled a knife, lunging towards Adam's gut.
Something flared up between them, a shimmery gauze of a shield, brief as anything, and the knife caught in mid-air as though stuck in something else entirely, even when the mugger dropped his hand in shock, stepping back some.
Adam Parrish | the Raven Cycle
Adam did his best, most days, to avoid trouble. Ronan didn't count; he was a decent sort of trouble, the sort that knew better than to get him involved in things that were too much for him. Besides that, he was a normal sort of trouble - he was teenage-boy trouble.
He was not mugger trouble, that was what the Narration was getting at.
So the fact that someone had crowded Adam into the wall was not something he was equipped to deal with, not really. He told them, time and again, his Southern accent getting more and more pronounced, that he had nothing, that he wasn't from here, that he didn't even have a damned jacket on him. The guy seemed to determined, though, and finally pulled a knife, lunging towards Adam's gut.
Something flared up between them, a shimmery gauze of a shield, brief as anything, and the knife caught in mid-air as though stuck in something else entirely, even when the mugger dropped his hand in shock, stepping back some.