Local City fucked over for Cereal
╣RIOT╠ - Sol couldn’t exactly say that this was the first time he found himself at odds with this child, but this certainly wasn’t the type of greetings that he’d expected after not seeing the child-rearing delinquent in a long time. Well, he’d simply took the box as means of getting the boy’s attention, and whaddya know? He got it. Just not exactly in a way he’d expected. The way the furious teen belligerently smashed a table that he was eating on being furiously punched through a floor out of sheer, righteous rage was something that he didn’t manage to foresee.
Then again, given who, and what the boy was, he probably should’ve seen it coming from miles away.
A small smirk formed across the man’s usual stern features at the realization before it disappeared just as quickly. The boy and his child (if it really was his) hadn’t lost their edge since their last encounter. Unlike the fuming boy, the feeble-looking green-haired infant which hung on the younger male’s shoulder seemed to be beaming, almost as if he remembered Sol. In fact, it seemed to be almost a little too glad to see him. At any rate, if these two forces of nature had something in common, it was their love for the Cocapuff cereal. While Sol hadn’t exactly intended on chowing it down after whisking it out of the boy’s view faster than he could say: ‘Sweet Mother of Mary’, seeing the cover box made him think back to his younger days.
At this point, there was one thing left in the ancient Gear’s mind: He was not going to give up this cereal so easily.
“What are y’waitin’ for?” The ancient Gear spat. It was a deliberate mock to get a rise of the boy. All for the sake of his own amusement, and a bit of workout. “Come an’ get it, chuckles.”
拳 - One way or another did Oga come to realize that many of these encounters were test with this guy. Whether it ranged from patient to wit, to the potential his fist could bring in terms of devastation as well. As expected, not even a flinch from this guy was made as the leisure time that was set for the outside streets of Ishiyama came to a close. “Even a damn start of the week can’t be spent without some bullshit coming up.” Muttered Sol’s familiar contender as the arena was set.
Destroy him. Kick his ass to the moon. Snatch his wallet.
Plenty of grim thoughts were somehow wrenched into his mind and his ill mood only served to amplify it. A familiar, welcoming burn coursed upon the back of his palm as the crest of a demon king lit up upon the back of his palm. All that awaited for the ill prepared of the surroundings was crushing amount of spiritual weight to tear them down into a prostrating position. A bloodthristy smirk curled upon the delinquent’s lips as pressure alone had caused all the windows throughout the entire street to yield and shatter apart.
“Then let’s make it a helluva welcome back party!” Pushing the pressure down upon his legs allowed him to spring off, that small build of momentum shooting his body forth with the speed of a bullet as any forms holding back was tossed out the window long ago. Demonic strength charged up the contractor’s fist to a lightning lit degree as the distance between would be closed in under a second. At least the conscious thought that the chance to gauge this guy has finally appeared.
“BY PUTTIN’ YOUR ASS IN THE DIRT.”
Think quick! Faster. Those fighting bones would begin to ground the rust away as he shot the momentum built fist forward, aiming to drive a blow that could effortlessly shatter through a multitude buildings into the older guy’s gut. Cereal. Get that damned cereal. In the worst twist of irony this goal was heating up this disturbing amount of determination!
