HE'D BEEN PASSING BY WHEN HE HEARD THE COMMOTION, the darkened alley calling to his attention and, frankly, his curiosity. whatever it was going on in there sounds more like a scuffle, far away from the prying eyes of the law. and while he was considered as such to some degree in his homeland, it was beyond his jurisdiction here... officially, at least. then what harm would it do to peak in and see what was going on, especially if someone might need a little bit of aid sent from below?
metal clinks down onto his arm as he equips his gauntlets, a precaution given what it is he hears, knowing in his gut deep down that he'd likely need them. and no sooner than he does, someone appears from the obscured corridor, his arm winding back to launch a restrained blow to his stomach before he has the chance to do anything to what seems a cornered individual.
❝ Don't mind if I cut in, do you? ❞ probably not, given he seems outnumbered, but it never hurts to offer a little cheek. so he thinks, anyway. ❝ Looks like they got you backed into a corner here. Not sure what you did, but this isn't exactly a fair trial in my opinion with all of them ganging up on you. ❞
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