Jonesy saw Con go over the top of the chairs and launch himself onto what looked like some half-asleep middle-aged guy, and go tumbling down into the car park. "<i>For fucks sake man really?</i>Jonesy sped up and turned down the staircase to be greeted by the site of Con going all shark attack on this poor guy. That's when the fecking hero of canton burst onto the scene and dragged cons pert little psycho butt into a headlock. Jonesy rolled his eyes and thought to himself "Why is there always some dumb fuck hero", after that his feet started thinking for him. Before he knew quite what was going on he'd rushed down to his moronic friend's rescue. He'd still have his knuckle dusters on but those stairs were steep and narrow hardly the best way to launch yourself into a life or death battle against some idiot with a death wish. It was then he realised the guy was spouting shit about a veil and used those weird words like Mister Monk used to... his feet again were quicker in their thinking than his brain was and he came to a complete stop. "Dude back off!"