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With a new voucher in his pocket, which he discretely took from that pipsqueak he pushed away earlier, he was walking towards the counter, Vlad's stomach started to growl, he instinctively put his hand on his stomach, rubbing it softly, he was so hungry.. While walking he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his foot, like a nail getting shot through his leg. He looked down half surprised half angry and saw the smallest girl he seen so far, so was even even smaller then that Madeline girl. Vlad was too pissed off to notice her other features, or he didn't care. He was about to grab her by the jacket when suddenly another person started to disturb him, a silver haired guy with tattoos on his face and a coat, he looked pretty angry and for some reason he was taunting Vlad.


The urge to just shoot his face off with a fireball and burning the little shit that stomped on his leg to crisps was greater than ever and he would have done it if not for a huge fat man stepping in. It was rare for Vlad to look up at someone as that man was taller than him. He didn't seem hostile and only wanted to stop the about to start fighting. The fat man did seem strangely familiar, but Vlad couldn't really recall from where he met him. Vlad's reddish nose was tingling. 


He was still pissed off at the two little shits but was too hungry to fight or waste any more energy and just let the huge fatty handle them. [color=a0410d][b]"Thank you, take good care of these brats, like you see they provoked me for no reason" [/b][/color]Vlad said, ignoring the stuff the little shits said, using a concerned victim-ish voice to sound even more persuading. But while he was saying that the fatty suddenly starting to glide away, along the little shits. Vlad was baffled, [color=a0410d][b]"...... eh?"[/b][/color] but the thought of them going away meant he could finally eat in peace.

When suddenly the grey haired guy used sudden movements and punched the huge man, but that wasn't the only hing he did, while in momentum he also tried to kick Vlad, which the Russian noticed and blocked with his arm crossed in front of him, it did send him shortly gliding backwards. He did instinctively use his right arm which was already burned and wounded and sleeveless to block the kick. Due to that the pain shoot through his arm and Vlad cursed loudly. The grey haired shit was still hold in place by the huge man and Vlad could easily hit him with a barrage of fire but his stomach growled loudly again and his rage disappeared like snow in the sun. Too hungry, way too hungry. He could always take care of them later, the only thing he wanted now was food and he will get it. Vlad looked one last time at the huge man, with a thankful smirk and turned away to continue walking toward the counter.[/centre]