'Logos, Pathos. What the fuck?'
<=We, uh…we don't know. =>
'Fuck.'
…
^Now then, young man, I suggest you pull back those violent urges and allow the pilgrims to continue on their path, ^ the robed woman said as she delicately yet forcefully pushed back against Miguel's arm and forced the young man to dispel the aether surrounding his fist. ^We wouldn't want to get the temple guard involved, right? ^
After asking this rhetorical question, the robed woman released the fist with the expectation that the offender would stop attempting (and horribly failing) to kill Zhen Liu.
Judging from the fact that the young fellow had more or less pulled himself back like a dog that had been smacked in the face, Miguel more than agreed that attracting the ire of the temple guard was probably a very bad idea.
