"You know," a male voice said, "it's rather impolite to hit a lady and tie one up. That is, if she's not into it." A young man appeared from an alleyway. He was about Yang's height, with white hair and deep blue eyes. He wore ornate gold and silver armor, his right arm gleaming in the dim light. His expression was hard and cold, a pair of headphones on, blaring music. "And considering that she's a classmate of mine and you're in league with the Xiong mob, I'm gonna have to beat you to a pulp." His arm whirred and clanked as metal pieces rearranged into a launcher. "I'll make this quick and painful."