<span style="font-style: italic">"Explain me what was that supposed to mean."</span>he growled at him, keeping his head up.<span style="font-style: italic">"And do it now, otherwise I'm going to beat the hell out of you. What piece of trash throws bottles at people?"</span><br/><br/>Jabo had fled the scene at just the right time, as he looked out from behind the vase, inching every so slowly neither the man nor Blake would notice him trying to get away...<br/><br/>As for Blake, he looked up at the man right in front of him... This man looked out for blood, and at the same time... So was he. The festival was about to begin and already his cool was about to be wasted on one fool. Not the best start to a good festival. Not a good start. First, Jabo spills some good sake and then leaves Blake to take the fall. That's how Jabo was. He gets drunk like the fool he is. He causes and lets people pay the price for his own machinations. And just about everyone in Ikebukuro hated and avoided the guy.<br/>"The piece of trash you're looking for..." Blake held out with his left hand. His finger pointed at Jabo, who was trying to hide behind him. His hand reached out for the damn fool... By his neck.<br/><br/>"Hey... You silver-haired--" Jabo had said before he noticed the man's cold face.<br/><br/>"Apologize to the man..." Blake whispered in Jabo's right ear, giving Jabo an evil grin.<br/><br/>"And if I... don't?" Jabo laughed for a moment, before Blake looked at him once, a dark glare forming on his face.<br/><br/>"Well, first I plan to take my sword... and shove it down your throat... Let this man chop you up like a turkey. And then... I'll feed you to a dog piece by piece... Saving the head for last..."<br/><br/>As Blake's threats played out in his mind, it all sank in quickly in his mind. He skin started to turn pale, looking as white as a ghost, sweat running down his skin. Jabo turned to the enraged man, "I'm... I'm sorry. Please don't kill me... Or Blake..." He said nervously.