With the return of those who slaughtered his family, Percy had become more that just 'irritable' as Vex had put it.

now, he stood in the bitter night air, pepper box pointed at the boy, maybe eighteen, in front of him. The boy whimpered in fear but Percy's eyes were cold. Hard. Like he was having some sort of episode.

black smoke shrouded around him and rolled off of him, and he reached for a black mask on his hip, hidden by his coat.