[spoiler]NUUUUUUUU! This was my relief in a time of boredom![/spoiler] [i]Jackson approached the hulk that was Wilson, his weapons sheathed and holstered, his clothes, face, and hands coated in dried blood. However, he still scowled, his eyes following the retreating men.[/i] "[b]Cowards.[/b]" [i]His gaze turned to the Courier, his eyes returning to their normal glumness. On his path, he picked up various weapons, stuffing them into his satchel.[/i] -------------------- [i]Fenrir grinned. Hothead. He hadn't gone hothead. Next time, he hoped, there would be no civilians, no buildings or livelihoods that he needed to mind in his fight. As the flames created by his slash were absorbed into Ragnarok, Fenrir finds the stairs, walking down and out into the street. His weapon and armor dissolved into blue flame, leaving him in his normal clothing of combat boots, jeans, a Brit blue shirt, and a leather jacket. He turned on the street, walking to the library of Dojo. He wanted to learn about this place, it's people. It was interesting, interesting enough to stay.[/i]