Right at the moment, Aaron would swear up and down in a court of law that humans are pack animals. The gang circles around him, trapping him in the shadows. What they don't know is that he, of course can see in the dark.<br/><br/>Th leader steps forward from the circle, a length of metal pipe in his hands. Other gang members are armed with chains, pocket knifes, pipes, brass knuckles, pretty much anything that can used as a weapon. "Haven't seen you before. There's a toll for passing through this neighborhood. How about your sweat shirt freak?"<br/><br/>Aaron smiled grimly underneath his hood. If only they knew... For a second, his eyes and familial mark flash with ruby red energy. For a second, the gang members hesitate, unsure of of this target that doesn't show fear openly. "Nah, I think I'll keep it and go back the way I came after I'm done here," he says in a low tone, almost a growl.