Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150822030556/@comment-25924729-20150906054723

“Trying not to get mugged or stabbed?” Lyko chuckled a little. “Then you’re certainly in the wrong place, my man. But you look tough enough, you’ll be fine.”

By now, a small team of dockhands appeared with various carts and trolleys, ready to unload the cargo once the ship docked. Judging from the weapons each man carried, the way everyone else avoided their path, and those who didn’t got roughly pushed aside, Lyko was fairly certain these fellows were not exactly  “legal labourers”. Then again, smuggling and piracy were not uncommon here either.

He watched as a young boy with pointy faunus ears stumbled into the path of a scowling man, who tripped over the kid and fell face first on the pavement, earning jeers and laughs from his companions. The man stood up, face flushing with rage and grabbed the kid by the collar, followed by a blow across the face.

Lyko’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Racist punk…  He didn’t want to confront the dockhand directly, lest he draw unwanted attention to himself. But…

With a snap of the wrist, a curved blade flashed in his hands. Lyko took aim and sent the blade flying, driving it deep into a wooden crate inches from the man’s nose with a satisfying “thock”. He could’ve just as easily killed the guy, but Lyko was only trying to make a point here.

Immediately, he retreated away from Jorey and pushed his way into the crowd, hiding, but still watching the man with mild interest. The alarmed dockhand dropped the kid and searched for his attacker in vain. In the end, he singled out another gang of thugs, storming over to confront them.

Angry words were exchanged, and soon there was a full blown fight between the 2 gangs. Lyko stood back from the melee, watching his handiwork and resisting the urge to laugh.