At this point, the promise of a fight, Kyron shot up from his seat to look at Alex from full height. This guy looked tough, buy Kyron was no pushover either. Living with three brothers and a military veteran for a father ensured that. "I never asked for your help now did I? I have been doing just fine on my own, staying alone and kicking the ass of any guard who tried to put authority on me. I quit looking for help after my own colony practically kicked my ass out to come to this shit hole! Im passed the point of giving a shit about people trying to 'help' me, and if I have to kick your ass to prove that point then so be it!"

At this point, Kyron began to smell smoke, and looking down, he saw the edges around his hands that the wood was turning black from the heat. Not quite flames, but close to it. He quickly snatched his hands away before any flames could erupt and clasped them at his chest, gritting his teeth that this fucker had to see this. "Just... fuck off already, or I might have to reset my "Days since last accident" counter."