Eben stood with the rest of the Southside Regals, looking down on a group of beaten bodies. Seems like today just wasn't this gang's day. Eben had no idea what their name was and he did not really care, they were a gang that was just starting up and thinking they can muscle their way through the competition. They made mistake number one of surviving on the streets, you definitely cannot muscle your way through everything.<br/><br/>One last man stood between Eben and teaching these punks a lesson, he was a scrawny kid, bandanna wrapped around his head and clothing that a biker would adore. The amount of leather was enough to make a new animal. Sweat beaded on his forehead, most likely a result of the fact that clothing such as the sort he was wearing was not suited for today's heat.<br/><br/>"Look kid," Eben said calmly, "you can't just go strutting about like you and your gang are tough shit...cuz they are not." Eben paused for dramatic effect, "Now if you would be so kind as to run along and go play gangbanger somewhere else, we won't have to deal with each other again."<br/><br/>The kid's eyes were very dilated, Eben began to notice that he might be high on something and that everything he was saying to the kid wasn't really getting to him. The kid drew a knife out of his pocket and sprinted towards Eben, its steel glinting in the light. Eben immediately moved to the side and grabbed the kids arm, sweeping his leg out towards the middle of his knee. Yanking on his arm, Eben caused the kid's forward momentum to carry him fast enough over the leg to send the kid sprawling to the ground in a heap, the knife clattering on the concrete ground of the alleyway. Eben immediately closed the distance between himself and the kid's body and slammed him down into the ground, immediately headbutting him hard in the face. The kid went out cold instantly. Eben stood up, wiping his now red forehead until the redness went away.<br/><br/>"Write them a note and leave it there for them to find Mitch." Eben said in a once again calm voice.<br/><br/>"On it Yancy." the blonde haired Regal said, "Anyone got paper?" a fellow gang member then proceeded to rustle through a nearby trashbin until he found a piece of paper and threw it to Mitch crumpled up. Mitch then proceeded to uncrumple it, "Anything you want it to say in particular?" he asked Eben.<br/><br/>"Something along the lines of go home and stay out of trouble." Eben replied, to which Mitch then wrote on the scrap "FUCK OFF" and signatured the gang's name at the bottom. Mitch then placed the scrap on top of the recently knocked out leader's face, hoping that would get his attention when he woke up.<br/><br/>"Well Bossman what do you want us to do now?" said Reilly, a red-headed Regal who Eben had come to trust the most during his time in the gang.<br/><br/>"Let's get back to the den guys, we finished what we came here for." replied Eben, to which the small group of 5 men nodded and walked out of the alley and down the sidewalk, Eben following close behind. Eben momentarily then stopped and grabbed at his head somewhat, grunting in pain as he felt something push into his skull.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Come to Terranu......the Circle.....must be formed....time is fleeting.</span><br/><br/>"Bossman you alright?" said Reilly, who had ran back to his leader and checked to make sure he was ok and not hurt from the recent fight. Eben shook his head a little and regained his composure, nodding reassuringly at Reilly.<br/><br/>"Yeah don't worry, it has just been a stressful week, finally taking its toll on me I guess."<br/><br/>Little did Eben know, his life was going to change, and his week was just about to get more stressful.