He gave her a look that showed he wasn't too impressed with her little speech. He didn't recognise her name or title, and he had yet to find out if that was a good or bad thing. "Shaking in my boots little girl."
Set wasn't one for vengeance. He'd be just as happy to see an innocent person scream in pain until they caved then go after someone who had murdered. He rubbed his hands together before giving a grin.
Without much more he looked for the broken threads of chaos. It wasn't hard.Mortals were predictable. One wrong look led to a shove, which led to a punch and before the mortals could blink twice chaos had erupted around him. He laughed, watching the blue shirt being dragged into the fight and brought down by the angry hands who just wanted to tear and destroy. the problem was, they would not stop at just the one. Once chaos had started, it'd be hard to stop it.