[i]Jason, with a simple flick of his left wrist, closed the box of cigars, sticking it back in his pocket as he inhaled deeply on the burning cigar, holding the smoke in. The tip of his left thumb flicked off again, showing the blue flame once more, lighting the tip of the cigar with a swift movement before the lighter closed again. [/i] "That'll do, lass," [i]He then very simply said as he turned to the Dojo, and started walking without another word. He'd gather his equipment and then set out, to catch this rat and beat him to a hair away from death. [/i]