A commotion, it didn’t look like anything worth getting involved in, at least not at the moment. In fact, it seemed like a better idea to keep his head down and mouth to the bottle, at least until everyone arrived. Not that the man particularly wanted to be antisocial but because he was far more interested in the contents of a glass bottle than the musings of strangers, though, he wouldn’t say that the latter couldn’t be interesting, especially these strangers. The woman, Penelope Draven, also known as the Prankster Alchemist, Ralph heard of her, or at least, her rather unorthodox fighting style. Then, Simon Everett, the Lightning Alchemist, they said he controlled electricity, and thus, the power of the sky, something which Ralph was particularly interested in learning about, at least for the sake of expanding his knowledge pool.
He was sure that they would be interesting people to talk with.
Except that he found conversation with a bottle all the more sweet.
Just as he was about to turn his attention back to his bottle, however, an opportunity presented itself. If there was one thing that Ralph couldn’t pass up, it was the chance to make a cool introduction. Something to the effect of effortlessly beating down some thug with his hair blowing in the wind and the sunlight glistening in his eyes, at least, that’s what he idealized. In a place like this, some rundown dive bar in the middle of nowhere, he probably couldn’t pull it off, but still, the opportunity was there. As Simon turned his attention to Penelope, the belligerent reached for the counter and grabbed a bottle, swinging it around and aiming to bash it over Simon’s head. Ralph knew that Simon could probably stop him mid-strike, but again, the opportunity to make a cool entrance was irresistible.
The alchemist swung around suddenly, pushing the eye patch off to the side and activating the Transmutation Circle tattooed on his eyelid. Suddenly, the alcoholic beverage, a bottle of White Sky beer, one of his favorites exploded. The beer spilled all over the thug, and by extension, ignited his clothes.
“Now for the finisher!” Ralph readied himself.
He brought out his foot as the thug recoiled, tripping him, and causing him to fall flat on his back, all the while, Ralph shifted his attention to his fellow alchemists.
“And finally,” thought, “A cool pose and a witty one-liner!”