Two fingers poked roughly at Keith's shoulders. Keith looked up and noticed the hoodie man and cocked his left eye brow up, as if to ask WTF, but Keith was a polite man, so he spoke up<br/><br/>"Can I help you?" He asked, his voice was flat, not as soothing as it was when he was talking to Zebel. The hoodie man just stood there, glaring at Keith under the protection of the shadows cast on his face. Keith was perplexed, he didn't know what hoodie guy thought he was doing, but Keith was getting mad. The hoodie guy reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a Advil liquid gel, popped it in his mouth, and then motioned for Keith to get up. Keith chuckled and shook his head, then turned his face and went back to wrapping his left arm. the hoodie guy poked Keith again, this time on top of his head. Keith clsed his eyes for a moment<br/><br/>"You don't want to do this . . ." He said softly, but his voice carried far enough that people foue rows up could hear him.<br/><br/>"I think I do, hot shot. You think you're all that cause some whore tossed herself on you, but she was thinking about me the whole time. I know that look" He said, his voice venomous to Keith, like an acid on his skin. Keith stood up, towering over the man, veins and muscles bulging as he flexed, trying to keep himself in check. "What're you gonna do about it, huh?" The hoodie guy chuckled. Keith was still for the moment<br/><br/>"You have 10 seconds to leave, or I will make you regret coming back up here . . ." The same soft tone that somehow carried. But the hoodie guy just laughed and then threw a right cross at Keith for a body blow. The fist impacted, then crumpled like a soda can against Keith's ribs<br/><br/>"9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6" He counted down as the hoodie guy wailed on him, but Keith didn't budge. Unbeknowst to the hoodie guy, but clear to everyone who began to watch, Keith was popping his knuckles and joints as he counted down. First his hands, then elbows, then shoulders, then back<br/><br/>"5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2" Keith had popped every joint in his body by the time he counted down, but the hoodie guy was inexhaustible, still hitting Keith. Keith knew what the hoodie guy had taken, a half does of PCP, he'd seen those pills all over the slam fights, people would use them to get an edge against bigger fighters<br/><br/>"1 . . . time's up" Keith slid his right foot back and bent his knees, bringing his arms up for his attack. The hoodie guy was laughing like a mad man and hitting Keith with massive force, and when he bent down to get into his stance, a knee came up to his chin. Keith's head went back, but a wicked grin was on his face, because that hit sent massive momentum into his left arm and when his fist came up into the hoodie guy's solar plexus, Keith's force literally lifted the goon off the ground and slammed him into the roof of the train.