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[i]Geriatric[/i], Link thought to himself, taken aback.  [i]I'm barely in my 30's.[/i]  However, he saw the man in the mirror plenty of times.  Link had what one might call 'City Miles'.  It wasn't lost on him that he appeared a little rough around the edges.  [i]Still, though... ouch.[/i]

Amusement returned when the lightweight began sloppily shaking his fist toward him as a means of a threat.  Just as Link was about to respond, he abruptly swallowed his words to behold Talia and her mesmeric display.  [i]Smooth[/i], he thought as he watched her try to capture the attention of the gawking men.  [i]The pacifistic approach.[/i]

Link craned his head slowly to look upon the face of the drunk who still had an arm wrapped over him, despite being seemingly distracted by Talia's impressive grace.  [i]I chose the peaceful path once already today,[/i] he recalled.  [i]All that got me was a long hike and a stolen car.[/i]  He took an extra beat more, just to fully decide upon his reaction.  In the end, he knew what he had to do.  What he was born to do.  He was The Finger.  Time to fucking fing.

"That reminds me," he mused out loud.  "It's been a while since I've checked the oil." With that, a slow, sadistic grin crept up on his face.

In a quick, liquid motion, Link slightly dropped his shoulder and swiftly spun his arm in a windmill fashion under the armpit of his aggressor and cycled it back up until he could get a good grip of the back of the guy's scalp.  Link tugged down sharply on his hair with one hand while attempting to deliver an arching punch with the other.  However, his fist wasn't in a mere ball.  Instead, an ever-elongating middle finger poked out and descended like an arc of lightening, aimed to pass through the guy's mouth and penetrate his gullet.