John leans forward in his seat and looks down then up at Alexander. In a half impressed, half annoyed tone "Well done sir, shame you broke my seat though." John slides of onto the floor and walks over to a nearby heavy bag and starts slamming his fists into it. Repeatedly he hits it, his hits get harder and faster as he keeps going. Without fully loosing it he lets a little bit morph, fangs growing and claws extending from his fingertips. The heavy bag is pulverized, shredded and leaking sand on the ground. Feeling better about himself John returns to the benches and sits on a different one, letting his morph fade back to human. He looks up at Alexander "Names John, whats yours?"