Description: The mean streets of Sunshine City are no place for an old man. Poor Oro was just minding his own business, and suddenly he is being mugged. It sure is lucky that Adon is here to help him through this dark and terrible time!
And lo, begins the journey of a fallen emperor.
The headlights rise over the ridge, as Adon drives across the highway, the top down in his red jaguar. It was dark, yes, well after sundown. And cruising it down the California strip, the Emperor wears his sunglasses, despite the darkness around him. Surely, he could have taken a plane. But there was a certain... mystique. A certain air of starting in the most dangerous parts of town, and work his way inward. Adon had a purpose here in Sunshine City. They say that a man doing the right thing for the wrong reasons was doing the right thing.
Well, Adon had the wrong reasons.
To be a hero. To fight the scum of Sunshine City. To make himself proven to be no ex-Emperor. Adon had lost the crown in a questionable fight. King was unpopular within Muay Thai because of it. But Adon? Adon was the Quon-Killer. Nobody liked him. NObody took him seriously. Only his title gave him clout, and without it... Adon had to reearn everything he lost. The Emperor puts the foot down on the accelerator, picking up speed as he blazes through the desert.
And what better way to be a hero than to rampage across the city?
Oro has started his own journey anew. Though in many ways, it is the same journey that he has been on for... countless years, now. To find a man or woman worthy of passing on his wisdom; to grant them his insight into the perfection of the body, that they might then go on and perfect the mind and the soul, becoming the perfect being that Senjitsu seeks.
However, unlike Adon, Oro does not look like a powerful warrior in his prime. Oro looks, for all the world, like a ridiculous old man dressed in a sack.
Adon's jaguar headlights, therefore, may catch him in what seems to be a state of distress, or should be. The old man himself is not actually particularly concerned, it must be said.
But the gang of men surrounding him are doing their best to change that. One huge, overmuscled brute in particular is almost twice as tall as Oro, and towering over the 'venerable' monk whilst cracking his knuckles.
"I said." The brute growls. "'and over yer wallet, grampa, there's a charge fer enterin' Sunshine, an we's the welcome party, gettit?"
Oro, if anything, seems vaguely amused by this, and the variety of weapons the large man's friends are drawing. "Not tonight, thank you." He croaks, voice like dry reeds cracking. "Really. It is very kind of you to offer."
He's grinning that infuriating grin, but his strange red eyes sparkle. He's not senile, he's mocking this young whippersnapper. Well. Can you blame him?
And lo, danger!
As Adon cruises along at 90 miles per hour, he takes off his sunglasses as they cast upon the poor old man being mugged. There were many ways the Emperor could solve this confrontation. Why, he could stop the car, leap out, and start kicking the brutes around. Or instead, he could beep the horn, revealing that he saw them. While, he could even pull over, and frighten them off. However, as he turns the wheel sharply, he clearly chooses another option. Screaming at the top of his lungs, the Emperor runs off the side of the road, towards the thugs. "JAAAAGGA....."
The Emperor pauses.
"JAAAAAAAAGAAAA!:
And promptly, he tries to drive the car right into the mass of thugs.
Hopefully, he doesn't run over the clearly enfeebled old man in the process.
Needless to say, the thugs, for the most part, scatter. The huge one is, alas, too slow, and he cries out as the Emperor of Muay Thai runs him down with his Jagga JAGGA technique. Really, it is quite impressive, and although the brute of a man almost certainly puts a heavy dent in the front of the car, by the groaning he makes in the wake of the hefty vehicle blindsiding him, he's not going to be getting up.
But the wizened old man seems to have disappeared as well. Crushed, perhaps, in the mad panic that follows those terrifying moments when Adon mounts the pavement?
No, not quite.
Sitting down next to Adon, Oro's legs are folded underneath him, cross-legged, on the comfortable leather upholstry. His hands rest in his lap, and he slowly turns his head to view the carnage behind, before back to Adon.
And then he turns his head to face forward, and closes his eyes as the wind seems to catch up with his movement, and send his few strands of remaining hair flying around behind him.
"KYA HHAHAH HAH!"
The shrill, high pitched cackle of the crazed former Emperor breaks out over the desert. "RUN! RUN! COWARDS!" The car coming to a screeching halt, the Emperor rises up, standing high in his convertable! "TELL THEM ALL! THAT I! ADON! THE JAGUAR OF MUAY THAI! Has COME to SUNSHINE CITY! And TRULY! I shall REND all you FOOLISH WEAKLINGS asunder!" It was a pity that the old man clearly-
And Adon jumps, when he looks down.
"What? How? I thought you were taken up- How did you get in my car? The doors were locked!" The Emperor pauses a moment, focusing hard as he sneers at the man. "Of course... perhaps you SNUCK IN? Are you in NEED of a RESCUE? Perhaps you need me to DRIVE YOU back to your GRANDCHILDREN? TRULY! I! ADON! The JAGUAR of MUAY THAI! Could HELP YOU RETURN to your family?" Adon puffs out his chest, sneering at the air.
"What is your NAME, old man?"
"The doors were locked." Oro agrees, as though he had stopped to check this during the split second when Adon was bearing down and was then through the space he occupied. "But it is missing a roof." He'd think that would be a problem when it rains, really, but what does he know? He isn't big on cars.
Almost the entirety of the rest of Adon's rant goes in one ear, and out the other. In fact, as Adon preens and sneers, Oro brings his little finger to his ear, and cleans the orifice out. This really is a very shrieky young man. It could just be his imagination, but it does seem like they are getting louder from one year to the next. Like their music. Oro does not understand why they can't just talk normally, like civilized people. He can hear them after all, he isn't deaf. And why can't their music be played at a proper volume? It baffles the mind.
"Oh. Adon." He repeats, nodding his head slowly. Yes, he'd heard of Adon - well, made it his business to hear, really. The former greatest Muay Thai fighter in the world, recently dethroned. That is the sort of event which can lead a man to question the value of his past. The kind of thing which can leave him open to new ways, new paths.
"I know you. You got beaten by that King who is a woman." Another perversion of logic perpetrated by the young on the old purely to befuddle them, in Oro's mind. What sort of name is King for a girl? It would be ridiculous enough on a man. But, such is the age we live in. Chaos and confusion all around.
"I didn't realize that Muay Thai uses vehicles in the style these days. It /has/ changed since I was a boy." He sighs wistfully, apparently remembering those better times. "And you've come to Sunshine City to attack weaklings?" He's adopting that tone of polite accusation that old people so often fall back on.
Oh, he did have a tongue.
The Emperor's brow furrows, his face turning bright red at those belittling words of the old fool. Raising a hand back, he almost continues beating the old man, and leaving him to the predators he had driven off. The Emperor barely keeps his composure, lowering his hand. "BAH! Old COOT! That WOMAN was an INSULT to ALL of MUAY THAI! Much like RYU, and SAGAT! TRULY, if I LOST to a CROSS-DRESSING HARLOT like HERSELF, then it is UNFORTUNATE to CONCLUDE that I! ADON! The JAGUAR of MUAY THAI! Had INSULTED MUAY THAI just as WELL with my PATHETIC LOSS!" The Emperor leers at the old man. "Times HAVE CHANGED since you were a boy."
"But they no longer use HORSE and BUGGY!"
Adon cackles at his poorly phrased old-person joke. "KYA HA HA! YOU ARE SO OLD! But it is RESPECTABLE that you KNOW of MUAY THAI! TRULY, you must be some WASHED UP old COOT of a FIGHTER! But do not INSULT my CAR! When I was EMPEROR, I had LEARNED the FRUITS of WEALTH and FORTUNE. Such LUXARIES should be INDULGED! But no, I have not come to Sunshine CIty to INDULGE myself on defeating the weak" And then, Adon makes his best impression of a MayLee heroic pose.
"I have COME to BE a HERO!"
Oro opens his eyes again when Adon raises his hand, and turns to look at him. He also listens of course.
"Chulalongkorn knew luxuries as well." He muses, after Adon has finished speaking, "But, he didn't allow it to soften his martial arts." Washed up old coot. Heh. Oro has half a mind to teach the young cockrel some respect. But it isn't as though it is particularly necessary. Adon's body might be strong, but he's already proven he falls down in both of the areas that Oro holds most dear. The areas he himself can never master; Adon is ruled by his vices, and thus he has a long way to go before he may master his soul. And Adon's mind? Well.
The ancient monk considers his words carefully. He will help this young man. He liked Chulalongkorn, back in the day. The King had spirit and technique that he had once admired, after all. "You want to be a hero?" Oro stands up, and with barely a hop, he positions himself to stand on the hood of the bright red vehicle. Easier because the car is not in motion, certainly, but the effortless grace he displays in the motion is eerie given his withered frame. His eyes are now focused on Adon; the disgraced man does at least have his attention, for the moment.
"Why? Pursuing heroism will not make you a better man. It will only make you a different one. If you wish to reclaim your crown, you must look to your self, not to the world around you."
Adon's eyes go wide.
To speak the name of Chulalongkorn proved a level of deference and respect to Muay Thai. Only the true scholars of Muay Thai would even state the name. The FIfth King of Siam, a legend of THailand. For this man to speak of his country showed at least some insight. Adon might have had Oro's attention, yes.
But it was much more meaningful that Oro had his.
The Fallen Emperor looks at the Oro with pluck and curiousity. "Truly, you are questioning my quest for heroism? Is it not clear? I lost my crown because I am weak. Fighting to save this city is merely a goal to strengthen my body, to give me experience... and more importantly, to let the world see me again as a hero! I adore myself, my self is the STRONGEST! But the world are made of up fools and idiots, who cannot see how strong I am. But..." Adon smirks, eyeing the strange old man skeptically.
"Tell me, old man, why is being in the way of reclaiming my crown?"
Oro is impressed that Adon is able to listen, with an ego so very large crowding his head. Yes, the ancient monk can see very clearly what stands between Adon and his potential. The Jaguar of Muay Thai has great possibilities in him; he can sense that clearly. But if he is going to realize them, he must lay down the burdens which hold him back.
His ego.
His lust for fame.
His luxuries.
"There are many paths to strength." The ancient monk says. "But all of them begin when you accept that you are not strong, and turn away from distraction."
Raising one leg up high, the ancient hermit brings it down hard with a *CRACK* of air, and the car underneath him screams. Adon has a second to realize that he is in danger; but Oro is quite comfortable in his judgment that the young man will be swift enough to get clear of the danger.
The car, however, won't be. The entire vehicle lurching up, spinning in a wild arc before crashing back down, the entire front of the vehicle hanging off at a ninety degree angle from the body of the poor, expensive jaguar. Oro himself simply left standing before the wreckage, with a solemn look on his face.
"There. I have taken the first step for you."
This is said with a slightly smug tone; as though he genuinely expects Adon to thank him for what he has just done.
He is not strong?
The former emperor's condescending sneer is augmented as he just sighs and rolls his eyes. Really, he was going down that route? Adon slumps back in his seat, fuming. "Truly, I overestimated your wisdom. I am not the strongest, that is clear. But I am STRONG. I am a TWO TIME CHAMPION! Lo, I have such STRENGTH AND POWER that I doubt you can even begin to babble about how weak I am."
But then Oro brings down his foot.
Adon swiftly realizes that this man truly was much more than what he seemed. Leaping from the car, his vehicle is suddenly stomped neatly and nearly in twain. The Jaguar's eyes go bloodshot, the warrior's smile well and gone. Trembling in rage, he lowers himself down to the ruins of his vehicle. clutching his head, the former Emperor of Muay Thai howls in rage.
"How DARE you!"
Adon rises up, releasing his head. Bringing up his limbs, the Jaguar of Muay Thai was clearly ready to fight. "You POMPOUS ASS! You arrogant, smug FOOL! You have DESTROYED MY CAR! Truly, you WISH to insult me?" Adon approaches the old man, hand outreached to seize him. "Because, you ONION PUSSED FOAGIE..."
" I! AM! INSULTED!"
Oro does not normally trouble himself with fools. The world is full of them, and he does not have such a vast amount of time left in this world that he can afford to teach them all. As a rule, it does not bother him when idiots insult him, either. Respect is nice; it is something that he expects, really, at his advanced age. But it is not as though he really cares about their opinion of him.
But he had been trying to teach Adon a lesson, and this is how he responds? Tch. Well. Oro has decided that this is a lesson that Adon must learn. If he is not going to accept it gracefully, then he will teach him it with pain.
Adon's arm reaches out to seize him, and the ancient monk's eyes flash suddenly, brilliant and shining blue. His withered arm lashes out swifter than lightning to snatch the incoming hand, and, if he obtains that grip, then Adon will find that the strength he had demonstrated was no trick.
Instead, he will lash through the air as though he is a whip. Adon's entire body momentarily transformed from something he has control over, to something at the whim of the universe. Oro brings him around fast enough to cause the very air to CRACK sharply with the passage of the Jaguar of Muay Thai, and impact him into the ground with force enough to shatter the pavement into dust.
And then he does it again, over to the other side, demolishing the engine block of his car.
And a third time, back into the pulverized rubble that had been the pavement.
There's no other immediate action from the ancient and elderly monk. No more words of wisdom or sage advice. In truth, he is somewhat curious to see what Adon's reaction will be. He has no wish to permanently injure the unfortunate young man, but if he is going to have to teach this lesson, he will teach it as quickly as he is able.
COMBATSYS: Oro has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here.
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Oro 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Adon
COMBATSYS: Oro successfully hits Adon with Nioh Riki.
-**- LUNATIC HIT!! -**-
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Oro 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Adon
"What?"
That is the only word Adon has time for when the stranger's eyes turn blue, and his arm is yanked. "JAG!" Was the shrill scream of pain as Adon is slammed hard into the first time, the asphalt shattering against his body. "GAH!" Was the cry upon the second slam, the debris of the engine block scattering around them. The third and final slam is almost a mercy to the Jaguar of Muay Thai, as only a cloud of dust puffs on the air as Adon is smashed down. "JAGGAH?!" Was the the punch-drunk cry, Adon laying flat and facedown. How would Adon
"PERHAPS. I WASN'T. CLEAR."
Adon rises up, his face and body bruised and bloodied. But only hatred was on his face, pure hatred. Struggling to remain upright, his beady, bloodshot eyes are soon trained on the little old man. What ever lesson Adon was to learn, he was only enraged now. "I AM INSULTED. I AM STRONG. And I won't let some SCROTUM-FACE BUFFOON MAKE A CLOWN OUT OF ME!" Leaping high into the air, Adon whips out his leg, aiming it like a dagger straight to the heart of the old man. Screaming, he rockets straight to Oro, wanting to inflict so much pain and agony.
"JAGGA TOOTH"
COMBATSYS: Oro blocks Adon's Jaguar Tooth.
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Oro 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Adon
Hitting Oro is something like hitting a boulder, except boulders tend to have more give in them. The monk is quietly impressed that Adon has managed to get up again after that, but he isn't going to give Adon any sign of it. The bronze-skinned old man instead calmly turns his hand around, and raises it, allowing Adon's assault to smash fruitlessly into his forearm.
"The only man who can make a fool out of you, is yourself." He says, and he gives the very slightest shake of his head. "How can you hope to hit me when you are so angry?"
Dominated by his own emotions, run ragged by them even in the face of such obvious and overwhelming difference in strength. Adon's pride is getting him deeper and deeper into a situation which, if Oro was a different man, he may very well not walk away from at all. Perhaps he has been too subtle in his attempt to impart this lesson so far, though. "Strength comes from mastery of the self." He intones, and bright green energy suddenly flares, collecting up the wreckage of the car around the two men, and causing it to float above him. It orbits in an elliptic circle, with Oro standing calmly underneath it. Perhaps he is being too hard on the young man. Perhaps he'll come to understand this lesson later, when he can think clearly.
And with a sudden lashing movement down, the entire wreckage descends, fully intent on crushing Adon underneath a twisted hulk of metal and burning energy. Just in case the metaphor that Adon is being destroyed by his own greed and vanity is not clear enough, Oro will hammer the point home by crushing him underneath the ruins of his luxury car.
COMBATSYS: Adon endures Oro's Tengu Midareishi!
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Even Adon see how outmatched he was.
The realization came not when Oro effortlessly blocks his fiercesome Jagga Tooth. No, it struck when the mysterious old man began to infuse the wreckage of his car. Landing upright, this truly was how he began his adventures in Sunshine City. To be beaten by an old man. A wiser man would stand at such an obvious show of power, but Adon was not wise. He was hot-headed, impulsive, and stubborn. He would not run.
So he would make his stand.
"Perfect the self? BAH! You sound like SAGAT!" Came the roar of defiance as the torrent of debris is unleashed. blow after blow comes, hammering the body of the Jaguar of Muay Thai. And yet, every blow is met with a steady advance upon the old man. "Truly, if I wanted to be strongest, all I would have to do is abandon all worldly attachments, and isolate myself? And to what? To truly be dedicated to myself? To perfect oneself is the MOST SELFISH ACT, is that why you have come? To see if I am truly that self-absorbed?"
"RUBBISH!"
Blow after blow hammers away, but Adon does not slow down. Nay, every bone-shattering, flesh-tearing impact only seems to fuel him on, faster and faster. "Who are you? With all your strength, who are you? Some kind of sage? A hermit? For all your power, you are nobody. Nobody to share your power with, nobody to inspire, nobody to follow your strength in. My anger drives me to greater heights, my passion for Muay Thai driving it. I could be like you, like Sagat, an all-powerful loner that owes nothing to no one! But I fight to be the greatest of Muay Thai, to make Muay Thai stronger than ever! I fight for fame, for glory, for people to know how strong I truly am! All will look upon me, and see Muay Thai as the greatest. And what makes that better than you?"
"It will endure longer than you, BIRD FACED OLD COOT!"
Adon leaps through the air the moment the onslaught breaks. Attempting to run down the old man, he would grab him, hammering him with his knee as he forces the clinch. That would not the end. Whether he strikes or not does not matter, for he would follow up with a shove off into the air again, front flipping forward to unleash a chi-laced heel drop. Then flip again for another heel drop. And then, again. The onslaught would not stop, kick coming after kick, until Oro made him stop. Over the furious onslaught, came the roar from the former emperor. "I AM ADON! THE JAGUAR OF MUAY THAI! EVEN IF I LOSE EVERYTHING, I WILL RISE FROM THE ASHES! I WILL DEFEAT ALL THAT CHALLENGE ME!"
"AND I WILL BE THE GREATEST OF ALL OF MUAY THAI!"
COMBATSYS: Adon blitzes into action and acts again!
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COMBATSYS: Oro dodges Adon's Jaguar Slam.
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Oro 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Adon
COMBATSYS: Oro dodges Adon's Jaguar Revolver.
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Oro 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Adon
Selfishness?
Yes, perhaps there is a wiser spirit in Adon than Oro had given him credit for. It is, undeniably, a selfish pursuit. Oro is a selfish individual; he cares nothing for the trials and tribulations of the world. He cares only for ensuring that he has fulfilled his potential. Well, he did. He reached that state many years ago. Now he cares only to ensure that his teachings are passed on. To find another with the potential to become the perfect being that he can not be. Adon screeches at him that he will make Muay Thai the greatest, and that all of Oro's accomplishments will be worth nothing in the end?
Oro agrees. Let the world think what it will about him; let him leave behind nothing at all and fade away in the eye of memory. A man who seeks fame and glory in the eyes of others is seeking a prize that will never be theirs. Perhaps Adon will build a legacy that will last fifty years after his death. Perhaps it will last one hundred. Or two hundred. But it will fade; all things fade.
To his credit, Adon does actually force Oro to pay attention. Again, the ancient monk's eyes flare with bright energy. Adon tries to grab him, and Oro steps to the side.
"Kotoun."
The heel drop crashes into the ground where Oro had been a moment before, flaring bright and powerful in the night, illuminating both fighters for a fantastic moment.
"Gichin Funakoshi."
From kick to kick, Oro dodges, sliding this way and that, ever close, but ever just out of reach. He is a true master of the art, and although Adon comes terrifyingly close to actually laying his foot on him in anger, Oro remains elusive. As impossible to touch when he does not wish to be as it would be to grasp the air itself.
"Emperor Huangdi. Lord Browne. Shato the Invincible. King Chulalongkorn."
And suddenly, Oro is behind Adon. It isn't teleportation, not really; he does not have that power. It is simply movement, the unlocked speed of the human body, far in excess of anything any sane person would believe is possible.
"These were great fighters. But they never reached their potential. If you do not care about that... then yes, I can believe that your name will join them."
But who were they? They were some of the fighters of his youth. The men and women who shaped their time. But half of them would never be remembered after their deaths. Most of them dying in obscurity. Few indeed are the people knowledgeable enough to know, or care, of their deeds, their legendary techniques, their struggles and accomplishments.
That Adon is strong is undeniable. That he could do greater things, too, is beyond doubt. But he will not do so. Still. He has also riled Oro up, and if he is going to force him to fight, and to pay attention, then he is going to finish the matter.
"Learn to respect your elders, young man, and you may go far."
By now, no doubt, Adon has turned around. He might even be pressing the attack again. Whether he is or not, though, Oro moves smoothly. His entire body turns, and his leg comes whipping around and up, aiming to crash into the side of Adon's head, and finish the fight with a simple, powerful blow. Carefully judged so as to induce unconsciousness, and the world's most awful headache upon awakening.
COMBATSYS: Oro successfully hits Adon with Medium Kick.
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If Oro wanted to get under Adon's skin, he well succeeded.
Every fiercesome blow of the former emperor is evaded, every kick sidestepped. The old man might have decided to take Adon seriously, but the Muay Thai was not appreciating it. Every missed blow, every forgotten name, every single this that this old man did brought out a hotter and hotter anger. Adon was not holding back, he was giving his best.
But it just wasn't good enough.
Oro is behind him, his words still rattling in his head. "Forgotten!? YOU remember. Their TALENT still endure from those who FACED IT. THEY MAY NOT BE KNOWN, BUT IS THERE POWER STILL PART OF OUR POWER? I WILL BE FORGOTTEN, BUT MY MUAY THAI SHALL LIVE IN THE ART OF MUAY THAI FOREVER!!!" There is no time for Adon to evade that final kick. In its stead, he takes the final word. "Truly, you believe you have your potential?"
"Who will be there to remember you?"
The knockout is clean and merciful. Adon, whose was more hamburger than anything else rift now, does not even feel any pain when he collapses into the broken road and dust. It would be hours before he wakes up. He would be engaged, a danger to all near him. But in the end? He would have nothing.
Nothing but the lessons of a wise old man beaten into him
COMBATSYS: Adon takes no action.
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"Perhaps nobody."
Oro's words are spoken to the unconscious former Emperor of Muay Thai. There's no regret in them, just a simple statement of fact. Adon's inability to touch him is not anything but a testament to Oro's own terrifying power; it is hardly a condemnation of the Jaguar's skills. Though it may be hard for him to see that now... in many ways, Adon's accusations are true. Aside from his terrifying power, Oro will leave nothing behind unless he finds someone worthy of inheriting his goal. In a strange way, he is at peace with that fact. Let younger men worry about changing the world, Oro is nearing the end of his journey, and he has few regrets for the path he has taken.
But, there is more to be done. Adon sees Oro and Sagat as cut off, and that is true. The rejection of most material comforts played an integral part in Oro's training, but, he is beyond that now. He indulges all he pleases. Perhaps it will do the young man good to try and survive in this city without the luxuries to which he is accustomed.
And so it is that the legendary Senin crouches down next to the unconscious Jaguar, and in a few deft motions, strips him of his valuables. His wallet, his mobile phone (presumably some sort of strange food?), anything metal and useful.
Tucking these about his person, Oro allows himself a thin smile. Yes, yes, it is true, he vaguely hopes that Adon learns something from this experience...
... but if nothing else it pleases him to inconvenience and upset such a /loud/ and /disrespectful/ young man.
"Heh heh heh heh."
He chuckles to himself, mulling on the irony that Adon had tried to stop a mugging... only to be mugged himself, as he disappears into the shadowy back alleys of this strange little city.
Log created on 15:20:28 06/16/2012 by Oro, and last modified on 14:38:53 06/19/2012.