the hawkThe company stood in the old, dilapidated warehouse, moonshine illuminating large sections of the ashphalt floor through the almost non-existant roof, made into swiss cheese long ago by rust and lack of care. Dimitri Master stood at its centre, his companions clustered together in two seperate groups, whether knowingly or not, on his left, and away from him, closer to the wall. They watched, and while he did not remove his gaze from the ground in front of him, he knew they were wearing suspicious and concerned faces. Faces that were not sure of this or of him or of his words. They did not believe him.
He toed the ground a step away from where he was standing, scuffing it and frowning, like he was expecting to have rubbed away some sort blemish.
"You do not understand." he said, looking up at the sky, then back down at the ground. It was not as dirty as you'd expect, considering the state the rest of the building was in.
"You think yourselves untouchable by us. Little do you realise tha