Kota dodges the metallic fist within an inch of fatality, passing the man by. The assailant was not the gaunt man, but a bear-sized brute. He wears a tight red jacket with a star-coiled snake on the back.
“Hah! Not bad, for a young byte.” He turns around. “Heard there was a fresh new face around who hasn’t kissed the ring yet.”
Kota watches silently, bat firmly grasped.
“What’s all this?” The man smashes their stack of spaghetti cans. “Eating without our permission?” He pulls out a single blood-stained can, shaking his head. “And giving out freebies to a man on our shit-array. You owe us. Big.”
Hmph. Just one can huh.
Ohhh shut it, now’s not— Watch out!
> *Swing*