Rufio almost wished one of them would come forward. He wouldn't attack an innocent person, but he wanted so badly to hurt somebody or something it was almost overwhelming.
He stepped back, hand up over his chin, then turned around and stalked off, sword still out. There was no way he could fly at the moment, absolutely none, he wouldn't even try. But he couldn't stay here, he couldn't stand the way that woman was looking at him or that he was out in public looking older, looking like he was growing up. He had to find a way to stop it from happening.