[h1][center][color=darkviolet]Speed[/color] [color=red]Demon[/color][/center][/h1]

As Arthur's mighty steed came into sight he suddenly felt a hand reach around and yank him back into the doorway. Arthur was no superman and naturally this scared him somewhat as it was done with such force that his initial attempt to breakaway from this unseen force was met with failure. He was soon turned around to look the armoured woman from before directly in the eye as she lectured him about body shaming her and others. 

As the Amazon finished with her speech and shoved him on his way, Arthur did not turn around to look at his wonderful moped but instead stayed looking at the painfully assertive woman. He began to walk backwards towards his moped as he zipped up his jacket and called out to the woman.

[color=darkviolet]"Hey Nike!"[/color] Arthur called, hoping for the woman to turn around. If she did turn around to face Arthur hey would take her advice and make eye contact with her, holding it to the best of his ability.

[color=darkviolet]"All I meant was it's cold out!"[/color] Arthur said as he would finally break eye contact and continue on his way towards his moped. This defiantly wasn't his best introduction and the rest of the group probably wasn't a fan of him either now but Arthur planned on not interacting with them if he could help it. As he got to his Moped, Arthur put on his helmet and sped off to hopefully find some peace of mind after that ordeal.

[color=red][b]"You see. That's what a real warrior is. Assertive and wont stand to have their will or ideals dashed. Willing to break bone and sear flesh in order to accomplish their goals. Not make some feeble attempt to [i]claify[/i] a point.[/b][/color] L'Iego belittled though Arthur just ignored it as he began to feel the meditative effects of riding take effect on him.