Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24301343-20140424215601/@comment-25151516-20140506012151

Once the shrimp and the scallops were gone, Dresden stood up, pulled Kira's chair out for her, payed the check, left a tip, and escorted her out to the boardwalk with his duster over her shoulders. The sun was down and the boardwalk lights were dim. The light of various Dust powders and crystals glowed under Dresdne's duster, lighting Kira's body with beautiful colors.

But the mood was broken by a shout of anger from behind. Dresden turned to see a large group of two dozen angry thugs, some beaten and bandaged, but most fresh for a fight.

"Oh great," Dresden grumbled, pulling his duster off of Kira, throwing it over his shoulders, and pulling Hockey Shock out from under it. "Sorry Kira, but it looks like these idiots don't learn their lessons."

"You and that Faunus bi--!" One of the thugs were interrupted by a blast of fire from Dresden before he could continue his thought, which threw him and five others back onto the deck.

"Just like yesterday!" one of the bandaged thugs declared angrily. "But now we got a bigger group! Get 'em!"

The nineteen remaining thugs quickly charged at Dresden and Kira; ten with knives, four holding bats, pipes, and five in the back with small handguns.

"Showtime, Kitten!" Dresden called, preparing a Fireball Glyph for the thugs with the guns.