Matt shrugged. "some kind of engineering, inventing, or science. That's my game. I like to design stuff, and since I'm going to need a degree in something or other, I might as well help others doing what I love, right? Anyway, its not a huge thing, just little old me following me dre--"

Someone rammed into him. Matt felt it and panicked, feeling his balance slide to the side. His Leech instinctively kicked in, drawing from the people sitting down their agility and speed. He twisted in the air, flipping around his waist back to his feet. He probably looked like a total prick doing it, too. Excellent. [i]Maybe I should play a fanfare, too, to draw even more attention to myself.[/i]

He played it off as a fluke, exhaling heavily and wiping his brow with relief. The unwitting attacker, Marc, seemed to have not been paying much attention to where he was going. Matt understood that, sometimes people just didn't pay attention. "Shouldn't a leading tournament fighter know where he's stepping?" Matt was joking, of course. He knew of Marc, being a member of the martial arts world himself. His studio never participated in stunts or tourneys, but word got around regardless.

Matt continued on. "I hope you've signed up for the martial club here, Master Culdaré." The last part was said more in jest than in reverence: this kid was his age, so he felt comfortable speaking to him as an equal, at least until the battlefield. Matt knew that against the young man in front of him, he'd have to leech from at least six people to even have a chance against him.