Dezel was minding his own business, standing near the opening of an alleyway and feeding some biscuits from his jacket pockets to a couple of stray dogs when he suddenly had the sense that something was wrong. Being a wind seraph with the ability to read the air currents, Dezel was often far more aware of his surroundings than most, but this... This had that awful accompanying sensation of something, somewhere being out of control.

Straightening up, Dezel turned away from his two canine buddies just in time to see someone come stumbling out of the nearby crowd on the street, one hand thrust weirdly forward as though it or something on it (the glove, maybe? no...) was yanking him about. The frown of confusion on Dezel's face then rapidly pulled into a expression of aggravation and even alarm when he realized that individual was, for some reason, headed right for him. The dogs turned tail and retreated into the alley as the seraph backed up, trying to get away from this nutball who was suddenly trying to get up around his personal space. Could this weirdo even see him?

"Hey, back off! The hell do you think you're doing?!"