[h1][color=Gray]Silme Raana[/color][/h1]

After finishing up his bowl of noodles, which were delicious as always, Silme got up to return the bowl to the stand, casting a look at the red haired girl who was ferociously devouring her own meal like she hadn't eaten in days. [i]And people like to call us animals, sheesh, was she raised in a barn?[/i] He thought to himself as he shook his head in disgust, before he turned his attention back to the task at hand. Once the bowl had been returned, he made to walk away, to where he had no real idea, only to feel himself being surrounded. 

Looking up, he saw the recognizably ugly mug of John Cameron, the lead thug of one of Carver's few rivals, who he only keeps around to help keep the law enforcement off his back. The man's boss was of some reputation as a former hunter himself, but John himself was a Beacon drop-out with hardly any idea of how to use his aura, et thinks that just because he got into beacon that he's the best around. He was annoying to deal with at the best of times, which this currently wasn't, as Silme was still pretty agitated by seeing that domesticated dog faunus, and thus wasn't in the mood for the meathead's bullshit.

"What do you want, John, I'm not in the mood."

"Too bad, [i]Slime[/i], I've been asked to invite you to a special gathering, and I'm afraid I can't take no for an answer. Isn't that right boys?" John smirked as he saw Silme's eye twitch, turning to address the 15 or so men he'd brought along to assist in the collection, his grin widening as they all shared a laugh at the silver haired boy's behalf. "I'm not quite sure why I needed so many men to bring in one boy, especially when he's just a good for nothing ani-." As John had been talking, Silme's ears had slowly began to press themselves against his head, the tips facing back, his tail slowly beginning to sway side to side as his anger began to climb. However, when John crossed the line by proceeding to call him an animal, Silme lost all semblance of control, his lips curling back into a visicious snarl as he grabbed the man by his shirt mid-sentence and proceed to silence him with a savage headbut straight into his nose. This caused it to break in a gout of blood, but Silme wasn't done yet, as he repeated the action 3 more times, before proceeding to toss the man high into the air. As he fell to the ground, Silme performed a spinning round house kick just as he came within range, sending him and the few of his unlucky goons that managed to get in the way into a nearby wall.

Luckily for them, Silme had gained enough control at that point to not use his full aura boosted strength, so they were all alive, though medical attention would probably be needed and John would be incapable of eating anything solid for a lot longer. Silme angrily looked at the other goons, who quickly decided that they weren't getting paid enough for this crap and decided to collect their wounded and scatter like the insects they were. He spat after them in disgust, reaching up to wipe John's blood of his face. He looked at his now bloodied sleeve distastefully, muttering something about how he'd just gotten it clean and that he'd find the bastard and make him pay for the cleaning bill later. Thanks to his aura, Silme was more or less unaffected by the repeated blows to the head, though he was sure that he'd be hearing about this sooner rather than later. He mumbled to himself as he continued to walk away from the scene, unaware that his actions had disturbed the piece, and more specifically, that he had unknowingly knocked over 
Burgandy's noodle during the short skirmish, his kick having sent a goon into the table and launching the bowl into the air only to land with a crack against the pavement. 

"I really need to work on my temper a little, maybe take another one of those anger management courses . . . actually, the last time I went to one of those, I ended up destroying a couple chairs . . . and walls . . . maybe broke a bone or two. . . *sigh* I have a problem."