He looked over his shoulder at the wall that was behind him, and the people that were magically inside of the wall. "Peculiar. Now, about this pickle. I'll let you off easy if you leave, hm?" His men pulled back the slides on their Uzis, still aiming at the men who threatened him. "Or, you can accept the consequences.." He stood, dusting off his jeans and walking towards at 1970's era car. He drove off, and out of the Dojo. [spoiler]>be me >some fejit named roy >puts knife to an unprovoking persons throat >person decides to not murder me >but threatens me back and asks me to leave >thatmakestoomuchsense >decide to be rètarded instead >"mang why do u point guns at them" >pablo is confused by this rètardation >iwonderwhy >pablo decides to spare again >mfw[/spoiler]