> "Well something must've happened. The guards usually monitor us everywhere we go," Destruction said to Arms, who was bending his fork. She put down her utensils, her plate clean, and wiped her mouth with the napkin beside the empty plate. "And oh yeah, I forgot, I'm Destruction by the way." 


Arms turned back to the girl seated at his table, a jealous look flashed on his face before returning to his usual scowl. "Destruction is better then Arms." He mumbled to himself. Why couldn't he get a better name? What idiot decided to call him Arms? He made a decision right then and there, that if he ever found the man that came up with that name, he'd snap said man's neck.