Bloody idiots. Everywhere. These are all little kids thinking they're big shots. At least there is one old guy around here. Darrick walked through the crowds of little teens, RPD in hand pointing at any who dare challenges him. His axe is strapped on his back, wrapped in bandages.
He walked up to the front, ignoring all the announcements and all the stares he was getting as he towered over the young ones. He grabbed the boy at the front, the one who just called out. Stern faced, Darrick looked at the boy whispering in his ear in a deep voice "Boy, keep quiet. Ever since the gods have fallen, people are vying for power in these parts. If you go around and look for fights, you will be killed first. Keep your weapon in hand and don't trust anyone." Darrick then looked at the announcer while patting the boy's shoulder.
"Sir, when can we start. My sweetie over here" He pats his RPD "Is ready to take anyone on. I want to beat these younglings. To the ground." To emphasise his point, he points his gun towards the sky and fires a full drum, flawlessly holding it in one hand without shaking. Calmly, he drops his expelled ammo and reloads his sweetie. Turning around, he looks at the man straight in the eye and say's "Let's get this on with"
