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[i][u][color=b18f71]January 1st, 9:55 AM.
Streets, New York City.
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With the passing of seconds, Nello was able to deduce that he no longer maintained a sense of import for the scene at hand. He had indeed been the catalyst, but once two massive minotaurs stepped onto the stage, attention was quick to shift. Where Nocturne watched the upcoming battle play out with glee clearly visible on his face, otherwise hidden beneath a hood, Nello stood sipping his drink, appearing less than amused. 

This was what happened upon leaving Pricetown. On the border of 'Monsterville' as Nello had dubbed it, gang wars were prevalent, and he was caught up in the crossfire more often than he would like. Of course, he was somewhat biased, and maintained his loyalty to the less human side of the line. Even so, Nello had once been a human, and his father still retained the biology. They had recently moved into Pricetown for Nello's sake, to spare the boy hardships he would do better without. Nafir, his father, was treated well enough within the monstrous community, one might add. Others thought that he had adopted Nello, and the presumed gesture was enough to allow the man some semblance of appreciation. Equally so, Nafir had never shown an issue towards other species. His job as an antiques dealer put him in the position of dealing with other races, frequently. It was worth noting, however, that moving Nafir's years worth of gathered books into their new home was an ordeal in itself. A living room transformed upon their arrival. 

As for Nello, the boy managed to pass as non-demon, as long as his eyes and horns were hidden. If they came into view, it could cause issues. Demons were not the most trusted sort, even among monsters, and found themselves on the very bottom of the list. Without these hellish features, he was frequently mistaken for a lizard, or more accurately, a kobold. The boy's size did manage to warrant a desire for protection from other beasts, as well, where they saw him as a young cub in need of assistance. It was what prompted situations like these, where Nello stood watching two large minotaurs beating three humans to an inch of their lives. 

Despite knives in the possession of human hands, one would be foolish to exchange blows with a minotaur. A bull on two legs, they punched harder than any ordinary homosapian on their very best day. 

The battle reached its conclusion within moments, where the human aggressors scurried away with bleeding noses and swollen limbs. Going  further would lead to serious crimes committed, and the monstrous community did not need to have charges of murder hanging over their heads. "You okay, kid?" A minotaur asked, his eyes falling on Nello.

[color=b18f71]"Uhm, yeah,"[/color] the demonic boy began, [color=b18f71]"thanks,"[/color] he managed a soft smile, Nocturne laughing at his side. He found the fact that others thought Nello defenseless quite hilarious, but it was a wonderful cover. It meant that no one except Makaya and the boy's father knew that he was Raven. It was a name Nello had adopted due to simplicity and a lack of creativity. He had considered Calamity, the name of his sword, but it sounded far too dramatic, and he wanted to maintain a low profile. With a handle like Calamity, the hero would surely attract attention. 

"Why are you out here alone, anyways? It's dangerous for kids." The other minotaur stated, raising a brow. 

[color=b18f71]"Was going to my friend's house."[/color] Nello offered. It wasn't a lie, and he had been ironically truthful throughout the entire ordeal. Due to Nocturne's presence, or rather, his merging, Nello had grown to enjoy combat. He enjoyed the rush of battle, but exposing himself like that in bright daylight was stupid and foolish on several levels. One could also mention the consistent annoyance he was forced to deal with from above, as if fighting beneath a constant shower of acidic rain. Nello was additionally forced to find shade if he aimed to heal from any wounds he happened to suffer. All in all, it was not a calculated decision to raise his fists in his most immediate surrounding. 

"Your friend a human?" The minotaur asked, motioning towards the border of Pricetown. He did not sound pleased by the notion, to be sure. 

Pausing for a moment, Nello shifted his attention from one beastly man to the other. [color=b18f71][i]"Woo! Let's fuck up the barn!"[/i][/color] Nocturne exclaimed, rising his fist into the air. The demon's lust for battle was inexhaustible. Remnants from his time before merging with Nello, surely. It was, understandibly, a part of his nature, as well. 

[color=b18f71]"Yeah,"[/color] Nello stated, cautiously. A short pause lingered, where one heard no more than the passing winter breeze which came to blow past the group 

"Just be careful," came a grunt from the minotaur before he turned on his heels, and started in the opposite direction. It left Nello breathing a sigh of relief. So far, so good. Hopefully he wouldn't run into more issues, today. At least he was nearing Clio's home.