Mingyu has done this enough he's used to fielding most responses to his powers. Violence isn't even a particularly uncommon one.
However—
What he isn't used to is using his ability on children. He is even less used to finding out the children aren't children at all, they're time-lost assassins hiding in a child's body, hounded, haunted, crushed by the weight of the looming end of the world. He's still stunned when they come out of it, pulse crashing crescendo in his ears.
It takes Five's fist catching his jaw to snap him out of it. Too late, he dodges, tries to keep Five from damaging the goods and winds up with a sharp strike to the trachea instead.
He doubles over coughing, a grimace on his face but no further displeasure registering.
"...and here I thought I had problems," he finally manages when he is able to speak again, voice a little hoarse from coughing.
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However—
What he isn't used to is using his ability on children. He is even less used to finding out the children aren't children at all, they're time-lost assassins hiding in a child's body, hounded, haunted, crushed by the weight of the looming end of the world. He's still stunned when they come out of it, pulse crashing crescendo in his ears.
It takes Five's fist catching his jaw to snap him out of it. Too late, he dodges, tries to keep Five from damaging the goods and winds up with a sharp strike to the trachea instead.
He doubles over coughing, a grimace on his face but no further displeasure registering.
"...and here I thought I had problems," he finally manages when he is able to speak again, voice a little hoarse from coughing.