Alaric exhaled softly as he shrugged his shoulders, the bo staff resting lightly over his shoulder at a precise forty degree angle. He wore a dark red vest with neon purple neoprene streaks over his ribs angled downward towards his navel over the bluish black military cargo pants over his sandaled feet. His dark amethyst eyes flaring for a few seconds underneath the streetlights as he shifted his weight.<br/><br/>A small smirk crossed his face. He knew of these gang members and this hadn't been the first time they had jumped him during a run. He tilted his head, his feet very lightly scraping over the asphalt before one of the gang members swung a bat, which he deflected aside before swatting the guy between the eyes then slapped him across the jaw hard with one end before leaning aside, the sloppily weighted chain lashing past his head before he spun the staff, one gang member yelping as his buddy sliced him along the forearm with a switchblade before he got doubled over from a snapping side kick into the ribs before taking a knee strike to the face.<br/><br/>One girl with a machete slashed upward with his blade, though Alaric released the catch between the bo staff, detaching it into long Escrima sticks. The move was so smooth, he knew from the gang members smirk she'd assumed that the weapon broke rather than being deliberately detached.<br/><br/>He drove a brutal front kick into her chest, sliding back a few inches with the strike before spinning and slapping down the gang member with a trio of quick strikes to the forearm, shoulder and temple. The first two disarmed, the last disabled her.<br/><br/>His gaze slid over to the last, bulkier member. He inhaled slowly, his eyes drifting almost closed before snapping open.