Fivey reached behind him and brought out his spear, named Winter's Song, spinning it. He then pointed the sharp tips at Lincoln.
"Desist," he said briefly, eyes filled with calm rage.
Lincoln only smirked, not fazed by this. Instead, he shoved Fivey, who was taken by surprise, and fell onto his right arm at an odd angle. He was partially relieved his arm didn't just break. He leapt back to his feet, and picked up his weapon, pointing it at Lincoln once more. "I mean it, Lincoln Brock-stop this now!" he shouted, anger increasing by the minute. "Cease your crimes. Or there will be consequences you would have never imagined!"
Blythe regained his footing and broke out into a sprint, bringing Lincoln into a choke hold from behind. He fought back
"Desist," he said briefly, eyes filled with calm rage.
Lincoln only smirked, not fazed by this. Instead, he shoved Fivey, who was taken by surprise, and fell onto his right arm at an odd angle. He was partially relieved his arm didn't just break. He leapt back to his feet, and picked up his weapon, pointing it at Lincoln once more. "I mean it, Lincoln Brock-stop this now!" he shouted, anger increasing by the minute. "Cease your crimes. Or there will be consequences you would have never imagined!"
Blythe regained his footing and broke out into a sprint, bringing Lincoln into a choke hold from behind. He fought back