"I have none either" Dreki curtly mentioned, only speaking really when Ash had responded to the man. He tried to side-step the man, pulling Ash with him, but the man stepped alongside them.
"But the two of you are dressed so nice, particularly you sir." The homeless man said, almost antagonistic, "You have to have something" The man wasn't wrong to the first part at least, Dreki was always dressed nice. It was just easier for him, he didn't have much the way for casual clothes. Less types of clothing, less chance of leaving the home not matching. The guy had his hands in his pockets.
"We have nothing we can give to you. Please, leave us be" Dreki said a little more sympathetic, but still sounding kind of annoyed. However, the homeless man now started to look super annoyed, he was a few inches shorter than Dreki and looked up at him with an intense stare, one not quite as intense that Dreki naturally gave, but it was clear that he was sizing up Dreki. Dreki felt even more uncomfortable, and any attempts to move away, had the man match his movements. At some point he had let go of Ash's hand, he didn't really seem too keen on dragging her along with this odd dance.
At one point it all came to a head. The homeless man turned his head to face Ash, and fairly quickly pulled out a knife and went to stab her. Things seemed to move slowly for Dreki, and he acted really without much thought and moved between this man and Ash. His upper abdomen, where his stomach sat, suddenly felt really warm and wet, he didn't really feel any pain associated with it all. The homeless man seemed to have been aiming for Ash's upper left chest, possibly to kill, but given the height difference, stabbed Dreki in the stomach instead.
Golden white shimmery wings appeared from Dreki's back. They looked real and opaque, the feathers themselves would feel soft if touched and felt as if they were genuine and real. Dreki grabbed the man on the underside of his jaw, leading him backwards with his right hand. His left hand looked ready to grab something and some form of tiny bits of sparks and lightning seemed to be going in a straight line, perpendicular to the angle his left hand sat at, almost as if there was indeed something he could grab. It followed his left hand as he moved the man backwards.
The man looked shocked as he watched the wings appear, he froze, allowing Dreki to move him back. Once he felt his back hit the wall his sense came back to him. Freaked out by seeing this winged man, he removed the knife and plunged it into Dreki's chest, now trying to defend himself. Dreki didn't feel pain as the knife entered but it for sure hurt to breathe and luckily for him, his heart was missed by the blade, but realizing that the man might try again, he grabbed the man's wrist with his left hand instead of whatever else it seemed to want to grab, the wrist of the arm holding the knife, and squeezed as hard as he could, eventually hearing and feeling a snap. The man let go of the knife, no longer able to grip it with his now broken arm, and had yelled in pain when the snapping noise had happened.
"L-leave us," Dreki spoke haggardly, through the pain "and no f-further harm, will," he stopped to coughed a few times, winced in pain, a coppery brass color thickish liquid came from his mouth as he had done so. The same color liquid came from his wounds instead of the normal dark orangy-red color that blood normally was. "Will come t-to you." Once finished he let go of the man, and the man ran off. He then leaned against the wall, and carefully removed the knife that was embedded into his chest. The wound to his stomach had already healed, and it took a few moments after the knife was pulled for his chest to heal up too. Once healed his wings disappeared again, however, due to the blood the pooled in his lunged and stomach, where it quite clearly shouldn't be, he coughed and hacked most of it out of his lungs hard enough to led him to vomit as well. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his already ruined shirt.
He then remembered, he was here with Ash. He looked around, finding no one else around luckily, except for her. He looked mildly terrified. He wasn't sure what to say or even where to start, but assumed things would now need to be explained.
"Are you ok?" He asked nervously, no longer sounding like he was in pain, or even hurt. While there now were two holes in his shirt, one of which was also through his vest where the first top button sat, wounds could not be seen through those spots. However, it was clear that the same coppery-brass color stained around those two areas, an obvious dirty golden color among his white button-up.
