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

Silme's gait slowed to a halt as he turned to look at the girl who was obviously itching to start something with him. He wasn't stupid, he could taste the set up in the air. But at this moment, he couldn't give a crap about that, because right now, he wanted to kick this little cadet's ass all across town. He'd turn around and continue walking in silence, but his course would change, taking them a little bit away from the festival grounds. If Mikoto decided to follow him, they'd arrive in a beaten down looking clearing in the back alleies of this concrete jungle.

He'd step out into the middle of the area, turn around to glare at the cadet, before gesturing towards her with a hand. "I don't think further debate will solve anything, so let's just cut to the chase. Also, since you'rr a dumbass bitch cadet with no idea what she's talking about and can't see the difference between disliking the police and being a racist asshole, I think you should go first. That way, when I fucking curb-stomp your flat-chested, holier-than-thou ass, you can't say I didn't give you a chance. So come on, bitch, let's do this already."

Silme slid into a fighting stance, resisting the urge to fucking charge her and smack her idiotic face into the dirt. But he wanted to have an idea of what he could be dealing with. This was also the reason he didn't have his Scarlet Ravagers out, as he didn't to give her any idea about his fighting style either.

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