It was too much of a coincidence, first the dream and now this. 

A soft guttural growl resonated deep within Oron's throat, an instinctive reply to noticing the drunken soldiers stumbling behind him. 
"[color=red][i]Gaian soldiers![/i][/color]" Oron muttered in disgust as they seemingly followed him through the dull market streets. 

It had been forever since Oron had laid eyes on anyone from the Gaian military. He had deliberately avoided such chances. It stirred the very emotions and memories he had been seeking to avoid. The soldiers very presence filled him with unwelcome curiosities, what were they doing out here? What division did they belong too? But more importantly, and unavoidably, they linked his thoughts to Allo Niscent, queen of Gaia, and therefore anger.

Oron found himself staring down into the big bright green eyes of a Sol merchant standing behind her wares. Lost in his thoughts with his attention elsewhere he mindlessly fumbled through the goods laid out before him. Even though he had been standing there for some time he had only now just noticed her. Caught in those familiar deep bright eyes he was distracted for a short moment when...

[indent][b]WHACK[/b][/indent]
The heavy body of a stumbling drunk crashed into him. The clashing and clanging of objects falling and smashing over the table and floor followed as Oron was pushed into the stall. 
Furious and startled he whipped around like a snake and struck out at the culprit with a sharp viscous blow to the back of his head.

The mug that he was falsely admiring and was still in his hand when attacking, now but a cluster of clay shards over the drunken soldiers head and shoulders.

---

As the rage subsided Oron quickly realised what he had done. He could see the aggression seep into the souls of the other soldiers. He could do nothing now but face the consequences of his actions. He always was one to strike first and ask questions later. 

He tenses and flexes his muscles as he braces himself for what is to come.
Meanwhile positioning the dazed drunk between himself and the others as with a side glance he scans the merchants wares for a sturdy weapon.