[i]Alrighty then, I've been looking to stretch my muscles![/i] [b][i]*I stand up and do a couple of stretches and start to walk out the door when the bartender calls up a bunch of thugs*[/i][/b] [i][b]Thug:[/b] "Where d'ya think you're going? Ya still haven't paid buddy! [b]*They crack their knuckles and approach*[/b][/i] [i]Oh... Uhh... I don't have any money, but will this work?[/i] [b][i]*My eyes begin to glow blue and several empty metal chairs and tables start levitating and somehow melting. They converge together and start molding into a mechanical scythe. The other bits of metal mold into suit of dieselpunk-style armor*[/i][/b] [b][i]*I dash through the crowd at an astonishing speed, jumping over tables and stepping on people's heads (inadvertently knocking a bystander out in the process). I land in front of the men, all of them back off except for 3, who pull out guns and a sword. I swiftly dismember two of them, the other dodging my attack. Blood spews out of the fleshy stumps and the 2 fall to the ground unconscious from blood loss. The other moves to attack, but I grab him and throw him into the air. My scythe reassembles into a katana, and I lift it into the air and start spinning it rapidly. The thug falls back down, landing in my propeller blade. Blood rains down coating the scenery in a deep shade of red*[/i][/b] [i][b]*I look back at Minerva*[/b][/i] [i]Well, lets get going shall we?[/i]