[i]After around ten to fifteen minutes, a loud racket outside of the Starbucks drew costumer's attentions. Just outside the gate there were four people; three men, and one woman. Two of the men and the woman were closer to each other's sides; the other man was in front of them. The one man was between the other three and the Dojo gates. The man that stood between the other three was Valentine; a newcomer to the Dojo. His clothing was still the same as it was when he first arrived a couple days ago; tattered and torn. Tears and gaps in the fabric of his once-black t-shirt revealed dozens of scars and bruises. The scars looked old, however the bruises were fresh; they looked to have come from melee combat with other people. Valentine's light brown skin and dark hair were drenched in sweat and small amounts of blood. His lips were parched and bleeding, parted and gasping. His stance was tired; he looked worn out, but he was still standing; barely. The other three were grinning, the woman cracking her knuckles threateningly.[/i] "You're still standing?" [i]One of the men laughed, stepped forward, and slammed a thick fast into Valentine's temple. He staggered backwards, but didn't fall, and didn't make a single sound of pain; although from his expression, he was clearly in agony, both mentally and physically. The man made another move to punch Valentine, but he sidestepped nimbly, and charged; Valentine's shoulder rammed into the man's chest. While it wasn't all that powerful it was enough to stagger the man. A swift motion could barely be seen; Valentine's left hand moved to the man's pocket and back to his side so quickly, one might believe it was their imagination. The man who was shoulder charged quickly regained balance, and his the corner of his mouth twitched. He struck Valentine's gut hard enough to send him flying into the Dojo, knocking him over. Valentine stayed down, his eyes closed. Anybody could see that he was feigning unconsciousness; but the group of three clearly weren't the brightest. They laughed, and left the Dojo. When they did, Valentine's eyes opened, and he was grinning. He lifted his left hand, holding a wallet. He laughed a short chuckle, and got up. Valentine looked around, then went towards the Starbucks, ignoring his blood, sweat and bruises. He entered, sighing as the air conditioned atmosphere hit him. He ordered a cold frappuccino and a ham and bacon sandwich, paying with cash from the wallet. getting an odd stare from the cashier, and sat down, sighing, a content look on his face.[/i]