One of the things Nathan loved about his bare fisted monk fighting style, was that he could walk into a high security event like this and still remain just as battle ready as normal, when everyone had to leave their weapons behind, at least those who could fight. If anything, Nathan was feeling far more in his element then he expected; he was just as armed and dangerous as normal, while any potential assassin here would be hard pressed to sneak in the weapons that they needed. It might even come down to a match of sheer physical strength, something Nathan was sure he would win. However, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. He could feel in his gut that something big was going to happen, and not just because someone from the future told him

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"If a simple bump like that was enough to cause me any sort of harm, then I don't think I'd even be healthy enough to be here" The blond haired winged man replied. "Although with such a large crowd, things like this are to be expected." He then turned his attention to Ranathia "however, I do find myself intrigued by her. I had thought her kind were nothing but stories...but it seems I was mistaken; there is in fact, a living breathing man hater before my eyes. I find the idea that someone could despise me so much simple for having a y chromosome fascinating. It seems I was mistaken; I [i]did[/i] see something interesting today"