Akylon

Are you mad?! I'm under arrest?! Who do you think you are? Intergalactic moron?" Retro screamed as she stomped her foot on the ground with a frown on her face.

"No, I am a mystic, and I have the authority to jail you for harming one with mystic blood."

Retro froze in anger as she trembled. This man dare say such rubbish right to her face?! Harming what muthafuckin' mystic?! That Black Virus!

"For harming a mystic during peacetime has violated the three hundred and seventy sixth code of respect for the truce between humanity and mystics. Penalty is three hundred light years in hell..." The stranger kept droning on and on about the codes and penalty given to violators.

Retro yawned in boredom before completely ignoring the man whose voice had become distant and soft. She turned to fix her eyes on the door which had a huge indent on it.