Fighting's my life, and driving. (open)

[Quang Li]

The problem with anyplace where large amounts of people gather is this, there will be fights, and on the Saiatah High Roller they are few and far between.


Of course, that was before Quang bought a ticket, and came on board.

He had been sitting at one of the ships many fine distributures of alcoholic beverages, when some large dolt decided it'd be funny to drop his drink in Quang's lap. Being who he is, short-tempered and willing to fight at the drop of a hat, Quang skipped pass the pleasantries and decked the fool.


"Bloody turd! These pants cost me three paychecks!" He shouted standing up and proceeded to throw a few more punches the man's way.

[Warlock]

An old man in sapphire robes swung what looked like a very expensive walking stick between the two men. The orb on the end of said stick, with the jaws of a snake sculpted around it, was glowing a soft white.

“Gentleman,” an equally old voice said, from beneath the cowl.

“Please, let us not resort to violence.”