[i][/i][center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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	 “[color=ec008c]I'm with Nik on this one guys. Actually, I think I may go for a swim.  Anyone wanna come with,[/color]” asked Sally before extending personal invitations.  Drake gave an upward glance at the newcomer before his eyes descended back to Sally.  The options laid before him were essentially boiling down to getting in a bar fight with an interesting, but aggressive super woman or taking off some articles of clothes and chilling at a pool with another woman who was also easy on the eyes.  Drake hesitated for a moment, feigning difficulty in his decision.  He was fair at reading people, though, and could not help but notice Api looking up in concern at the gravity-impaired lady.  Everything he had revealed about himself thus far was painting a picture of him being the ultimate Good Guy. Drake recognized the struggle.  He also had the experience that Api may have lacked.  People are who they are.  They do not change, despite promises to the contrary.  If this lady had turned herself into a beer chugging, gung-ho, knuckles up, rough and tumbler, Api wasn't going to change that overnight and neither was anyone else.  [color=f7976a][i]You be Prince Charming today[/i][/color], he thought to himself. [color=f7976a][i] I'll have your back tomorrow.[/i][/color]

	With that thought, the corner of his mouth rose in a sideways smirk as he stepped in Sally's direction.  Then it happened.

	He felt it before he heard it.  The ground tremored and then a crashing sound followed.  Eyes wide, Drake spun to bear witness to a young man embedded in the earth.  His aggressor soon followed, inflicting intentional pain.  Sally brushed passed him and headed toward the scene, with Nik following closely behind.  Drake was less than enthused about approaching a situation he didn't quite understand, yet.  Sally pleaded for mercy and wasn't met with an immediate reaction.  Drake didn't like it.  Nothing about this seemed right.  With stern purpose and clenched fists, he began to briskly stride forward.

	Nik did not share Drake's hesitation.  In a liquid motion, he acted.  Pulling some small spheres from his pocket, he launched them at the aggressor, giving a true demonstration of his power as the projectiles detonated around him.  The current enemy was downed.  By this time, Drake had managed to catch up with the other two, his shoulder intentionally touching Nik's as he positioned himself slightly in front of Sally.  It was strategic and symbolic, a silent method of communication, as if to say '[color=f7976a][i]We're the wall.  This dude is [u]NOT[/u] getting through[/i][/color].'  Uná scurried past to tend to the victim.  Drake stirred for a moment, nearly attempting to stop her if only to keep her behind him as a means of safety, but she was quicker than his reaction.  The aggressor got to his feet in a rage.  “[color=gold]Why can’t you mind your own fucking business. You and the cunt get away from before I hurt you like I did this little bitch.[/color]”

	[color=f7976a][i]Nope.[/i][/color]

	Teeth clenched, knuckles white, Drake stomped toward this asshole and reared up for a swing.  As his fist was coming down, a blur in the form of Temperance pushed the guy back and began a frenzied assault.  Drake looked back to the others to reassess the situation.  Things just got real.