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The young member of the Spear came to a halt in front of the massive man, standing with the same calm aire of supreme superiority that all the members of the law enforcment unit possessed; or rather, were required to have. He eyed the big man up and down with his intense, dark eyes, as if scanning for weaknesses, strengths... just scrutinizing him in general. But that same old mask of impassive boredom did not fleet away from his visage, rather becoming more deep as he spoke up in a quiet, sarcastic voice. It was muttered quietly, but the crowd had fallen so quiet it was easily heard.

"I am here for your protection, citizen. Move."

He did not say "please", because he did not have to. It was his job and it was rather important; being polite wasn't in the job description.

"I am not a 'true lawgiver', nor do I pretend to be unbiased in my judgements. The boss says kill..."

The Spear stood up straight and stiff, letting his hands unclasp from behind his back and fall to his sides. His eyes flashed and became just a shade lighter, taking on a very dangerous light; as if little fires had begun to simmer behind their passive, glassy surfaces.

"... and I say who. Now, if this citizen's inspection is over, move."

Ryugi and the other two stopped once they saw a crowd gathered around some spectacle. Ryugi wasn't sure what was going on, buts he and the other two stayed away from the hubbub and watched from a distance. Ryugi's eyes caught the tall man, and he instinctively watched him...

**Slight edit for clarity...**

"Then we'll talk to him then, wont we?" Tomorrow asked, his grin not moving one iota as his hands were suddenly torn from his pockets to reach for the smaller man's outstretched arm.

For a man his size and bulk he moved exceedingly fast, like a true martial artist - gripping the boy's hand with his right hand, Tomorrow yanked him forward, off his footing whilst placing his left hand to his elbow, pushing forward with it as he span around the boy. Executed properly, the boy would be where Tomorrow had just been, and weilding an arm that could bend at 180-degrees as his elbow shattered with a gut-wrenching crunch.

Adrenaline was already gushing through Tomorrow's body, and he hoped the boy hadn't been lying - a second foe would be excellent round about now...

One step, two step, three step, four... five step, six step, seven step, more...

Bit by bit, the young cat-head inched closer and closer to the message board; the dangling pieces of tacked-on paper that held that plethra of super-part-time work known as 'adventuring' was just out of reach now.

...though, it was sort of pointless to be sneaking about it, considering that there was only another person or two there at the time. Most of the people seemed to have been drawn outside to stare at another scene that was taking place, and the normally crowded message board was left unguarded by the hard-to-reach-through mob that usually congregated in front of it.

Back home they used to post these things around in the Adventurer's Guild, but this town didn't seem to have one of those. In fact, the poor, confused boy wasn't even sure what building this was; only that the person he had asked in town had told him that he could find the message board here.

"Hmmm..." Tiem stroked his chin as he looked the board over; the stuffed cat sitting upon his head bobbing up and down with every movement. "HMMMMMM~..." he repeated again, louder, as if by somehow saying it in a more intense way he could stimulate more intense thought.

"Pulling weeds... geezer for a walk... rat-stomping... stealing candy from babies..."

"Not my style, man!" Tiem turned and suddenly shouted at the person next to him, who had also been perusing the board for a bit of quick cash. Needless to say, that poor man took a few steps away and continued trying to search the myriad papers plastered all over the board while avoiding the urge to look towards Tiem and question about the cat...

"Aww... hell..." he finally said, covering his eyes and reaching up to snag whatever piece of paper his fingers had decided that he was going to take; then, without even opening his eyes again, he turned around and headed for the door... then tripped over a bench... then got up and continued, this time with his eyes open.

"Bothersome..."

Something he had been taught since the beginning of his training as a fighter was that adaptation was the essence of battle (hi, Mike!), and when he sensed the spark of electricity in the man begin to combat his frost effect, he immediately changed his goals. Instead of simply trying to avoid the fight, now he was in it for real; and objective number one was to break that grasp. Those hands were strong, and his cold wouldn't work against the man, but perhaps that strength could be used against him. He mentally split a bit of a smile, although he didn't outwardly show it, as he pictured himself as a kid viciously grasping a popsicle in an attempt to steal it, only to have it slip out from his hands.

When the big man tried to twist the wrist, he fealt no friction, heard no crunch of bone, and since he couldn't feel anything in that hand due to his powers, wouldn't have noticed but for a moment that the Spear's hand had turned to solid ice; that big mit of his just slid smoothly around until his own bodily limitation kept it from travelling any further, for he had most likely twisted powerfully in an attempt to break the wrist.

The immediate threat was over, but he still had to get away. But how...?

Not being weak whatsoever, as his frame might suggest, the Spear uses his free hand to slam down a palm-strike on the hand pressing on his elbow; not an attack, but simply wishing to jar himself free. He did it at the same instant as he was avoiding the other attack, and formed a small spike of ice in his attacking palm just as a little bit extra incentive to let go.

If he succeeded in knocking the arm on his elbow away, then he could slip his icy hand out from the electric elemental's grasp and spring away.

(( No, just Max. And could you give me a general idea as to how we're positioned? In my mind you're holding my right hand with your right hand, standing on my right with your front facing my right side - my right arm is held out straight as is yours which is holding it, and you have enough room with your left arm to get in a kind of kidney punch on my back, right? ))

((Hmph...not Maxi...

I'm still pulling you across with my right arm, so by the time you'd tried to freeze my hand and try to slip out, i've put one palm into your elbow whilst still pulling your arm taut. You've kept your balance up to now, which means i've been able to get around behind you - so bascially, we're chest-to-back, with me behind.))