Flair read through the letter and read it again. She placed it down in her lip and nibbled on her lower lip. Was it a trap? It has happened before... though usually the 'letters' are more direct to her and sometimes hint at a bit of distaste. This letter seemed more legit then all the others that crossed her eyes. Her eyes ran over the letter again, committing it to memory before she tore up the paper and stuffed the little scraps into the pocket of her hoodie. She stood up, her hood pulling back to show off her white stark hair before she tugged it over her face again.<span style="font-style: italic">The Forgotten...</span>She thought to herself and decided what the hell. She was a bit sick of sitting in an alley way afraid of people noticing her. It would be nice to do something for a change. She began to head for in the direction of the location given in the letter. She just hoped it was worthwhile.<br/><br/>-----------------------------<br/><br/>Adam blinked and the next second the dude was gone. The next second he was being punched in the face.<span style="font-style: italic">Shit.</span>Adam quickly recovered only to get more quick punches coming out of no where.<span style="font-style: italic">Where the fuck is this guy?</span>Adam focused his eyes, catching glimpses of the dude. By then his jaw had started to change color and become rock hard, into a grey stone. The punches didn't effect him much anymore, it didn't even move his head. His fist became stone and the minute the dude began to talk trash Adam thrust his hand out and grabbed the guy around the neck with his stone hand, lifting him up off the ground and holding him up in the air. A wide grin appeared on Adam's face. "You're fast. But I'm a hell of a lot stronger." He squeezed around his neck for a second, before throwing him across the room. Adam's other fist became a grey stone, and he punched his two fist together creating a loud bang of rock hitting one another. "Bring it speedy!"