[center][h1][color=a0410d]James Hunter[/color][/h1][/center]

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Three men had gathered around James, he hadn't seen them before. 'They must be new or else they'd have never had the courage to approach me.' He thought as he studied the three men.

The man on the left was fairly big and thick of arm with a scar running down on his face. 'He's their muscle." He thought as he studied the man in the middle. A skinny and bald man who looked like he hadn't eaten in a long while, yet he was grinning and his brown eyes shone with mischief. 'This one is their leader.' He thought, betraying no emotions.

The last man looked like a regular Joe, he wasn't especially strong, especially handsome, nor did he look all that smart. 'A mystery man... a dead mystery man if he's not careful.'

"Hello, big man!" The man in the middle greeted. "Meet my friend, Bull, the strongest man in this dump." He waved a hand at the large man. "But Bull doesn't like competition, you see and you are just that!"

As the man was talking, James approached Bull, towering over all three of them, even Bull. He was right in front of Bull, he was wide of shoulder, had thick arms but he was a head and a half shorter than he was.

"What he proposes is a match to see who is strongest, the wi..." but James moved deceptively fast, faster than anyone at his size would normally move. His fist connected with the Bull's skull and heartbeat later a crack was heard.

The Bull flew two feet back, with a slightly caved in forehead... he was dead. The small man almost instantly fouled his pants and started running. The mystery man had a devious grin before he ran after the small man.

'I just wanted to find me some food... not kill someone, well not now.' He thought and kept wandering the streets in search of unclaimed food, claimed food as well, to claim it from it's owner. It was just another day in prison for him.