alright, so maybe he was a little drunk.
normally, he was a 'make love, not war' kinda guy (unless it was about the DUPs, then by all means), but he was kind of touchy when he didn't really know what he was doing. not that he liked this side of him at all, but it was there, and very real, very manifested right now in the middle of a fight with an absolute stranger. a fight...he wasn't sure how got started, exactly, but an all out fist-to-face brawl.
well.
he'd be feeling the damage tomorrow.
now, Delsin didn't have nearly as many abilities in tact in this city as he did back home, making him rather weak compared to his 'normal,' conduit self. fast-healing wasn't an advantage anymore-- the only thing he really had was smoke manipulation to use for propulsion, but even that could help pack a punch. smoke and ash was pretty hot, after all; why not leave some burns in his wake?
eh. he could deal with the regret later.
with one fiery-temperature hand, he attempted to reach out and grab the others clothes in order to pack a better punch, fist curled tightly as it flung forward.