Post by Primarch on Jan 15, 2010 12:20:38 GMT
The Irish gentleman's back slammed into a car, the metal bending around to the shape of him. Even as Alexander fell to the ground, the car seemed to take the momentum, being tossed to the footpath. He quickly jumped back on to his feet, hands became fists and teeth were gritted.
"Alright, no more dancing you little prick." Spat the Hellion teacher, rolling up the sleeves to his shirt, waiting for his old buddy in the Brotherhood, Hyperion to emerge, if this was going to be a street fight, he could take it to the streets. People were already scattering, so no huge worry on them being harmed.
"Alright, no more dancing you little prick." Spat the Hellion teacher, rolling up the sleeves to his shirt, waiting for his old buddy in the Brotherhood, Hyperion to emerge, if this was going to be a street fight, he could take it to the streets. People were already scattering, so no huge worry on them being harmed.
