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Tickles:
Dagen got his wits back. "Step off!" He pushed up from the ground, knocking Ash off him, but the grip on the collar was too tight. He had enough room to let out a punch in the nose a second time, this time with his right. When he heard the term claw trooper, he got confused, and went kind of limp. "What's a claw trooper?" He took a few moments to ponder what that could possibly be.

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Soul crossed his arms, closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. "If you think so, then whatever. Though I thought that you would want to get your 'tension' out tonight, at the underground gathering." He opened his eyes again, now with an intense look in his pupils after recognizing the name 'Ash'. "Ashton. I know who you are, leader of an underground gang. He's probably getting everything out after the funeral of Daylin...

He motioned his head toward the girl, trying to get her attention. "So I know that's Ashton Hakima, but who are you and nose-breaker?"

The-Blades-slave:
Ash and Misty
Ash's eyes glazed over for a second when Dagen landed the blow, and slowly the blue tint faded, leaving only a confused pair of chocolate orbs. "What do you mean 'what's a claw trooper'? You are one!" The raven haired teen was confused, but he didn't unclench his fist, and din't move other than to wipe his sleeve at his nose. The blood stained the white and blue jacket, and several patches were brown and covered with dirt. He'd just bought the jacket, too!

Misty sighed, cheeks flushed red. "Ash, I've been thinking it for a while now. I don't really think he's acting. I honestly don't think he knows what the Claw Troopers were, or what they did..." She stared at him in silence, waiting for his reaction. He looked at Dagen, seeing the damage he had done. The shirtless man's lip was busted and bleeding, and his arms and chest were scratched up and bleeding in a few places.

Ash himself looked down, embarrassed, then got to his feet. "Do you really not know what a Claw Trooper is?" He wanted to believe his actions were justified, and he hadn't just beaten this guy up for nothing, but... His hand had already extended to help the man up, and guilt had already set it. Thinking about it now, it was obvious.

Having cleared up the moment with Ashton, and leaving him to work it out with Dagen, Misty turned towards Soul. "Don't you think it's rather rude of you to follow us when we clearly did not want to be followed, spectate a private battle, and then demand my name?" She fixed him with a glare, hands on her hips.

Tickles:
Dagen grabbed the hand, and he was hoisted up on his feet. "No, I don't. I mean, Gix has claws, but he's no trooper. He just saves the world he lives in. There is also a dragon for some reason." He laughed a little. 'Of course, this only happens when I dream." He looked over Ash. His nose was bleeding badly, and he felt bad for how things got. "We should get you cleaned up. For now, use my shirt to soak up some of the blood." He handed him his shirt, then turned to the random stranger. "Where the hell did he come from?"

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Soul knew he shouldn't, but he needed a way to pass the time. He returned the glare and said in a lax yet threatening voice, "What's rude is winning a battle and then letting your friend beat the crap out of your opponent. When you have a battle like this, in the middle of an alley, it's not exactly private anymore. And if it makes you feel any better, I'm the VP of Sync-Tech Gaming, Soul. He didn't feel the need to hold his hand out. "What a quick temper."

When he turned to the two guys, now standing, he could see the guilt on Ash's face, and knew not to say anything more to him. He did, however, address the white haired man. "Around the corner, away from some cops. Like I said, an alley is a pretty public place." "Why does everyone feel the need to be rude to me, just trying to save their hides.

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