Hardly grasping on the situation, he lowered his weapon seeing that the broken girl won't prove much of a threat. Or so he thought. The moment he lowered his guard, the girl rushed towards him, grasping his throat tightly with her skinny hands, completely draining his strength. His body felt heavy, his breath weak, his mind filled with thoughts, thought of self preservation no matter what. The kid shouted a name repeatedly, a name he didn't recognize. With every second he felt like he would lose control. What a strange yet, familiar feeling. Suddenly, Varren snapped. He tighten his grip on his weapon out of sheer anger.
