Samuel walks the dark, twisted alleyways that dot La Vida's landscape, on the look out for would be muggers. Ever since Samuel arrived in the city, he could taste the fear that hung heavy in the streets like a miasmic smog. The staggering amount of people who have gone missing, especially children, has taken it's toll upon the people. To make matters worse a full-out gang war is erupting on the streets with complete disregard for those just minding their own lives getting caught in the crossfire. Samuel didn't care much for the casualties of the gangs as they had made their choice to die upon their hill, but such callous disregard for human beings outside one's target disgusted him. It was not violence, but senseless violence that wrought his ire. 

	  Samuel causally strolled through the grey streets when he heard the faint shouting of obscenities coming from around the bend and the smell of testosterone on the wind. He clinged to the dark walls as he silently shimmied his way across the bend. After confirming to see that no one was looking at him, he turns his head invisible so that he could see around the corner without drawing attention. Two groups fully speckled in gang heraldry were approaching each other, both of them eager to shed the other's blood. Samuel was glad to see that no one who wasn't prepared to die was there, but he didn't want the gang members to throw away their lives. They were scumbags definitely, but even scumbags deserve a chance at life. 

	As Samuel saw them draw closer, he readied his blow gun to fire one of his specialty cocktails. Then from above he saw her, a woman with hair like fire fell from the heavens like a shooting star, only to land gracefully as a cat, and poised to strike with the ferocity of a tiger. With a steely resolve, she threatened them to cease their frivolity, least suffer her wrath. 

	Samuel's jaw laid agape in amazement from her spectacular entrance. He had seen other metas before, but never displaying such motion nor within such visceral vicinity. While fascinated by her power, Samuel was also strangely entranced by her, like a cobra fixated on the snake charmer's flute. He felt within him some sort of primal calling, as if his snake blood was compelling him to approach and protect her. 

	With the combined zeal from the heart of a warrior and the heart of a beast, he decloaks, armors himself with his thick scales, crouches on his hind legs, and starts channeling his excited energy into his legs. Charged like a spring, Samuel leaps forth with blinding speed between the rival gangs. Samuel draws his knife seamlessly in mid-flight before his feet slides smoothly across the pavement with the grace of a swan, landing just behind the mysterious stranger. 

	"Lady, I like your style! Please allow me the privilege of fighting by your side!" Samuel exclaimed with enthusiasm. His now narrow slit irises eyed the enemy before him. Thankfully, the gang's hard-on for bloodshed was significantly cooled from both of the meta's displays and was replaced with just the slightest twinge of apprehension. Hopefully they will decide to back down, though he had a sneaking suspicion that they might not take the hint. Either way, it is a honor to stand next to another warrior.