[u]A muscular hand grabs the shoulder of Ghiacchio, stopping the man in his place. Spinning him around, a tall 6'4 man rippled with massive muscular bulk wearing nothing but a bandana, aviator glasses and torn skinny jeans staring down on him. Around his mouth and pulled back into a bun is dark brown hair, his lips tightly pursed in a line. He speaks after a few seconds of awkward silence, a strong and gravely voice booming out of his mouth.[/u] "[i]I saw what you did back there- To the girl and the cat, and I have only one thing to say to you. That-[/i]" [u]His muscles tense up, his free hand forming a fist as time seems to slow. Pulling back, he draws his arm in charge before bringing it up in what seems to be an uppercut. Barely missing Ghiaccio's face, the punch turns into an enthusiastic fist pump as the man begins to yell.[/u] "[i]WAS -blam!-ING BRUTAL! DID YOU SEE HOW YOU KEPT KICKING THAT CAT AND IT WENT PLBBTBBTHBRHBHT AND THEN THE GIRL WAS ALL LIKE WHY'D YOU DO THAT MR AND YOU WERE LIKE I'M REALLY -blam!-ING COOL AND IT'S IN A BETTER PLACE THEN YOU STABBED HER IN THE THROAT WITH AN ICE-SICKLE FROM NOWHERE AND WERE LIKE I've got mother-blam!-ing swag bitch AND THEN OU JUST WALKED OFF GETTING READY TO EAT A SANDWICH! IF THAT WASN'T ONE OF THE MOST BADASS THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE IS![/i]"