Narrator POV

LOCATION: Vale Docks
11:15 PM

A person in black & white clothing walked down the street, a black scarf adorning their neck. "Hey! you!" The person stopped and turned around seeing a group of faunus approaching him. "Yeah? did you guys need something?"

"Yeah! your cash, and make it quick, or else we might hafta rough ya up a little" At this, the person scoffed a little, their expression changing into a frown. "Animals like you are the reason why Faunus get a bad rep. I am not handing my lien to a bunch of scumbags like you." the person turned around to leave.

"The fuck did you say!? c'mere!" The leader of the small group ran over and threw a punch, said punch being easily avoided by the person who sighed in frustration before cracking his knuckles "Fine. come at me."

He entered a stance, left fist down low, right fist high up, emanating a blue glow for a few seconds.

[NOW PLAYING: FORCE ADDICTION.]

(CURRENT STYLE: Street Fighting.)

[Mean-looking Dude]

The person throws a left jab at the leader, following up with a hook to the gut, then a kick to the hip, ending with a devastatin haymaker to the chin. He then approaches the downed punk and grabs him by the hair "HUAH!" He kicks the leader in the face, sending him flying a few feet away.

[ESSENCE OF FINISHING: FRONT]

He turns around, leaning forward signalling the last 3 to attack him. "Come on!" He shouts, side-stepping a kick before grabbing the 2nd punk's leg and punching him in the crotch, then slamming him face first into the nearest light pole. He ducked under the 3rd punk's punch before grabbing him by the throat, punching him twice in the face, three times in the stomach then headbutting him away before leaping high into the air and delivering a devastating downward kick.

Finally the 4th punk was practically going insane with panic, backing away or throwing wild punches at the person who single-handedly knocked out his friends. This guy however kept dodging or deflecting each punch before cornering the poor weasel faunus. "Hmph. I don't have time to play with you." He said before pushing the punk against the wall and reeling back his fist.

Yet the impact never came, he leaned in close. "Grab your friends and leave." Whilst intimidating, that might've actually awakened something inside the poor faunus before they passed out.

"Or just fall unconcious i guess." The person sighed before turning around to go back to his hotel room. "Mr. Samson." He stopped and sighed again, turning around "What now?"

Leaning against a wall, a figure covered in shadows was observing the aftermath of the fight, whistling a bit impressed at it.

"I'll go straight to the point, our boss wants to meet you, Don't worry nothing shady. You're being invited into an Academy."

"Don't have a choice, do i?"

INTRO END

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