Those oh-so-fun Days [PM for invite]

[Nate Phantoms]

The rain fell around him, pattering against his hood, sometimes a barley audible clang could be heard as some drops hit his mask. He had put his mask out of retirement, using it to hide the pain and struggle in his eyes, and had pulled out his good ol' Mercenary outfit. One he hadn't used since... a long time ago. The hood on his cloak cast a shadow over his covered face, the rain dripping down his body as he made his way through the crowds of people, just wanting to get this god-dam job done, he thought to himself as he shouldered past a rather large Correlian, who gave him a death glare, yelling insults that would get you kicked out of school. The man was about the same height as him, but much more muscular, and it's not like Nate was scrawny, he was toned and built from all those years of hard work, with plenty of hard muscle on him. His masked stare bore into the Correlian from over his shoulder, the eye slits on his mask glowing out from underneath his hood.

"You got a problem?"

 

[Nate Phantoms]

The big Man did indeed have a problem, one he vocalized about loudly. He felt the man shove him backwards, and he pressed his hands against the wall behind him to steady himself, and stop his fist from breaking this mans nose.

"You know what street this is? This is my street, punk...and you seem to think that you can just walk all over it,"

The man tried to make himself imposing as he stood in-front of him, chest popped out, arms held so he looks more muscular. Nate was actually amused by this mans ignorance... and despite his current occupation, he needed a break. This man was going to do just that, break.

"I seem to think that your face will just look even worse after I break your nose,"

That mad the man mad, he reached forward, his meaty hands grabbing Nate's shoulder as he prepared to headbutt him. He wasn't prepared for what happened next; Nate wrenched the mans hands off of him, before sidestepping and slamming his knee into the mans gut, making him double over. Then his elbow came slamming down into his back, sprawling him out across the pavement, before he was picked up by the shirt and thrown in to dumpster across the street. The amassed crowd all stared at Nate, stunned, he had just beat the hell out of one of the more notorious gang leaders on the streets. He stood there, staring out into the crowds, the rain pouring down around him.

"What? He deserved it did he not?"