Maybe suddenly being in his twenties wasn't such a bad thing in the long run after all...
Jericho could almost tower over some of the raging civilians; he could certainly out-punch the lot, and kick higher than he ever could with gangly, noodle boy-legs. He wasn't a fan of violence, but having an advantage like that? Even he couldn't deny the perks.
Still, the goal was neutralizing, not harming. And that much he knew how to do well enough, muscle or no muscle. By simply catching the glance of the nearest stranger, he could begin his move.
Like a ghost, he vanished, leaping into the body of a riled and raving middle-aged man. Immediately, his flailing ceased, given way to a physical calm clearly contradictory to the shouts of outrage and confusion sounding out immediately. He was turned, grabbing onto the arm of a comrade, who naturally looked over to learn what the matter was, and it only took that millisecond of eye-contact and he was the next to shout in alarm. The former host swooned and fell unconscious as he was freed, and the new prisoner was bent to quickly scoop him up and move him out of harm's way.
He, too, blacked out as Jericho leaped back into the tangible world, sweeping his gaze across the messy scene for more opportunity to help.
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Jericho could almost tower over some of the raging civilians; he could certainly out-punch the lot, and kick higher than he ever could with gangly, noodle boy-legs. He wasn't a fan of violence, but having an advantage like that? Even he couldn't deny the perks.
Still, the goal was neutralizing, not harming. And that much he knew how to do well enough, muscle or no muscle. By simply catching the glance of the nearest stranger, he could begin his move.
Like a ghost, he vanished, leaping into the body of a riled and raving middle-aged man. Immediately, his flailing ceased, given way to a physical calm clearly contradictory to the shouts of outrage and confusion sounding out immediately. He was turned, grabbing onto the arm of a comrade, who naturally looked over to learn what the matter was, and it only took that millisecond of eye-contact and he was the next to shout in alarm. The former host swooned and fell unconscious as he was freed, and the new prisoner was bent to quickly scoop him up and move him out of harm's way.
He, too, blacked out as Jericho leaped back into the tangible world, sweeping his gaze across the messy scene for more opportunity to help.