As he continued to walk Tristan would come to an alley.

"Woah. Look what we got here? A really pretty boy type guys." There were there men. Only the ring leader spoke and the other two laughed. "Let's see what he's got on him." 

"You really... Shouldn't..." Tristan tried to argue a bit more on the downside now as the effects solidified. 

"Oh yeah? Heh... Grab him boys." And they did. Both arms were held tight. He hung his head. "Now. Let's see." The man grab his hair and lifted his head. He whistled. "Be a shame if something happened to a face like..." He was when Tristan lifted his leg swiftly in a kick. But to the men and his own surprise a slash mark appeared. The man shirt and a light cut was carved across his chest. "What the?" 

"Hey boss." One guy let go. 

"You let go too..." Tristan said quickly. The man felt a painful shock and was immediately unconscious. 

"The hell are you?!" The ring leader spoke again. 

Tristan was still feeling dizzy. Shocked and unsure of what was happening he ran out of the alley. He had to get back quick and he did. Not to the school though. To his hotel room. He locked himself in and hopped into the shower making sure the water was cold as he sat there in his clothes. What the hell was that?