Liam listened to his history class with an uncharacteristic amount of attention. He clearly enjoyed this subject more than he should. Well Granddad basically had told him he was not staying in this life. He was going to get an education and get out of his life. No matter what. Granddad Paddy basically had his grandson on a short leash. There was no way Liam was going to be like his father or anyone in his neighborhood. No drug using or anything of the type. The old man even stopped his grandson from even thinking if the idea of steroids even as half of the people the man trained used it. 

 He hated bullies and thugs. Another of those lessons from the old man was to never lord your strength over others and these thugs seemed to be doing this exact thing. So he was going to help with this. He had to. Sensei taught him his own brand of honor and this seemed to fit. Fighting for those who could not. Liam walked into the area not grabbing any lunch. He could not each all that much especially not the fried foods this placed served. "Right Toddler. Whatever you say Stick Bug." He said to the guy who asked where the rest were. His accent was very lightly Irish since his Granddad was from the Isles. He looked round. "So why are we here?" He asked curious but bored.