Luka lifted his sword and pointed it right at her. The blade shimmered under the light of the sun; his eyes carried a hate filled with pain. "You better leave now, or it won't be pleasant for you. You no longer belong here."
At this point, everyone knew that Ella had some sort of past tied to the gutters, and it was clearly something painful. They could see from her expression that she wasn't happy with the situation.
Seeing her like this somehow made Raze angry. He took a step forward, looking Luka right in the eye as he walked. Luka immediately turned the blade to him and barked a warning, "Stand back. Don't force my hand." Raze looked at the sword for a second and then kept walking.
"Everyone in life is faced with what we call choices, choices to better themselves, choices to learn, to grow, to live life. You and I, we all make choices.
