Wandering Around ((Open, possible fight))

[Kabuto Takada]

It was the weekend, and Kabuto was bored.

He strolled down the streets, humming as he took in the neighbourhood. For a school that was supposed to be full of excitement and fighting, Hircine was pretty damn lifeless recently.

But Kabuto had heard the rumours like every one else, Paragon was exploding. So Kabuto was gonna check out some of it's inhabitants. He was looking for trouble, sure, but he didn't care. He was a risktaker, he took the bull by the balls and slapped it in the face. He wasn't worried, he could handle him self.

He decided to sprint now, running down the street as people turned to marvel at his speed, fast was the general feeling. His feet pounded the pavement as he ran, giving him a Rythm that he knew all to well. The footsteps were in time with his heart, beating fast. Because He was a fighter, a dreamer and a creator.
Blood of fighters had mingled with his own creativity through music and made Kabuto what he was today.

But regardless of the past, let's focus on the present.

Kabuto had arrived, and he looked up at the school.
He saw newly smashed windows, some broken doors, graffitied walls and a few dangerous looking students hangin around.

Kabuto loosend his tie a bit and looked up at the building and laughed.

Pretty decent, If I do say so my self...

He looked around as he started up over the front lawn twowards the school.

Let's see what happens

[Vince]

Something strange was about to happen to those students, though perhaps not entirely unexpected. Violence was the way of Paragon, the strange part would be this was violence with a purpose.

There was a small noise as Vince dashed out, moving quickly, he had waited till their heads turned. They would react to the sound, he knew, but it would give him the few milliseconds to get into striking range before they got full sight on him.

Vince was on his first target just as he was turning to see what was going on. The Leader of Genaht would deliver a harsh blow to his kidney with his right hand, dance around behind the man, lifting his right fist again and slamming it into the side of his head. He would go down quickly and be pissing blood for the next week.

His buddy was already moving towards the assailant, but Vince was moving abit faster. Hardly breaking stride during his attack, the two would come together quickly. Vince trying to send his fist into the boy's face while avoiding the blow he sent out. In the end, he would partially succeed at dodging the blow, and fully at landing his own.

Vince would tumble to the floor from the clipping blow his foe gave him, The fall and roll nearly as harming as the initial blow itself. The foe did worse, his head snapping back and his body thrown back to the floor.

There were two more of the hooligans left, one of them yelling out upon realizing who the assailant was.

Dammit! It's that Genaht Crazy!

They were on the edge of attacking him. Genaht was more of an annoyance to those of the school, not really a force to be bothered with since the splintering, at the same time, it wasn't too often that Vince went anywhere without atleast one of Genaht members with him.

If someone else showed favor one way or the other it would be the point that would make or break the thug's decision.