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[h2]Patrick "Pat" Anderson[/h2]
"I doubt they would be beating up a group for the hell of it.”

"Depends on if Josiah was in the group or not," Pat muttered to himself. Pat knew Josiah had good reason to be angry with them, but being chastised when he had done nothing but defend himself still rubbed him the wrong way. Pat found himself siding with Cal in their argument, despite the fact he still resented them for chasing after the thief in the first place. Speaking of which, they hadn't even gotten the card they fought so hard for. Not that there was a point now, their little shopping expedition was about as over as it could get.

A sudden slammed door drew Pat's attention to a teen in the doorway. Everyone was starred at each other stunned for a moment before the kid made a mad dash for safety in an alley. The kid could then be seen backing away slowly in apparent horror before turning around a running the opposite way in mad panic. Unfortunately for the kid, his chosen direction allowed him only a few steps before he ran right into Pat.

The kid managed to build up enough speed to knock Pat over with himself also falling and landing on top before falling to the side. It all happened to fast for Pat to really take in, he just suddenly found himself on the ground with a sore back and shoulders. This was the second time Pat had found himself on the ground this day, and Pat found himself with a sudden, overwhelming anger at the injustice of it all. Why did he have to get dragged into this mess of a street fight? Why did he, of all people, end up with a superpower after the bus accident? The flare up of his migraine when his head knocked the ground didn't help his mood either.

A scuffling sound caused Pat to look over. It was the brat scrambling to get to his feet, probably wanting to take off to who knows where again. "No you don't!" Pat called out angrily as he managed to grab the kid's angle. Pat felt the now familiar sensation of water flowing as the kid stiffened up in a sort of paralyzed state while the migraine surged into him. Pat felt his anger abate into more of a general grumpiness, using his power on some unsuspecting sod seemed to consistently brighten his mood a bit. Pat moved his sore body into more of a sitting position before finally letting go, causing the kid to collapse, groaning but still very conscious.

"I'm sure if there was something left that could go wrong today it would."