Sure, a couple of the locals weren't too happy about getting forcefully relocated out of the way of the thai tornado. Huh, Thai Tornado? He might have to use that sometime. The Thailand Tsunami, Kitti Mookjai. That was pretty good too. A nickname was an important thing to a legitimate fighter, he'd learned over the years. It gained notoriety, which was nice when you like adoring fans(Kitti liked adoring fans) and also liked frequent challengers(he liked those too). In his homeland, back when he was actually competing as a trained fighter, he learned that the pomp and extravagance of the fight was almost as important as your footwork. Of course, it didn't mean squat if you couldn't fight, but then nothing did. Charisma was like an investment on your victories.<br/><br/>A little to his surprise, the old guy(anyone over 25 was 'old' to Kitti) and Patricia began walking his way. Oh, and some guy had just hit some other guy behind them, too. It looked like all the fun was going on without him, but somehow Patricia had found them already. That made him sort of mad. It was a contest that he hadn't really planned out very much, about which one of them would have the best story to tell each other the next time they met up. She had clearly won already. All Kitti had done was punch some weaklings.<br/><br/>Then the old man came right for him, like he owned the whole place, and talked to him like a kid. Kitti hated being treated like a kid.<br/><br/>"Boy? What the shit?" Kitti said, puffing up as big as he could go. His hands clenched in their white wrapping and he opened his mouth to really lay into this guy, before he literally tried to lay into him(with his fists, you see), but his eye caught on to Patricia at her hiss. He stood there with his mouth open as he got the message, then it snapped shut ruefully. Instead, he smiled at the older guy like a viper. "Well,<span style="font-style: italic">sir</span>, I was getting from point A to point B, that's what I'm doing. They should move out of my way if they don't want to get moved. What's it to you?"