He walks through the street, hoping another rift will form. He watches the shadows, always watching. He turns down a random street, and sees a gang off in the distance. [i]Please let them come this way. I want to fight something.[/i] The gang sees him in the distance, and he turns his head to the ground, making it seem like he didn't see them. He hears footsteps, and a bunch of mocking laughter. The biggest kid walks up to him, and smirks. "Hey buddy. You lost? 'Cause you're in our turf now. And you gotta pay to be here punk." He grins, and says, quite clearly, "You are a bunch of arrogant, incompetent, fools. I could easily destroy each and everyone of you without breaking a sweat." Something in his grin makes them nervous, and they begin surrounding him. "Is that so mister? Why don't you prove it then? We outnumber you ten to one. What makes you think you'll win?" He laughs. "This won't even be a workout. I've fought groups three times your size and come out unharmed. You want me to prove it?" He grabs the nearest kid by the neck of his shirt, lifting him in the air. "You really think you pathetic adolescents could hurt me?" He coughs, choking. He drops him, and kicks him aside, flinging him into his friends. They stare at him in terror, and begin backing up. "Hey buddy, we don't want no trouble." He grins. "But I do." He begins walking towards them, and they begin running from him. [i]"What the freak are you?"[/i] He smiles evilly. "Justice."