Keith nodded to her and rose back up, holding her hand. As Zebel lead the way, Keith wondered what was going on. It was too suspicious that all this craziness happened at the same time as the tournament, he could feel that something was wrong. Oddly enough, the cops were gone from the streets, but Keith was a bit ashamed, Zebel could now see his tantrum. Cars that had fist indents in them, motorcycles thrown at light poles, and the occasional limo with a door ripped off, all signs that Keith had gone out of control.