Anthony Barbados knew he walked onto the scene a little later than he had expected, but Tony didn't expect to walk in on a fight. He didn't know what to do to break up the fight or what have you, but Tony sure as heck knew how to stay out of one especially when the fur was flying. He wandered in with wings. A little bit of a light halo above his head almost more like blond to white blond highlights in his dark hair. "Heh, why'd I have to find meself in this mess o' trouble?" he said with a slight Irish accent rolling over his r's. Tony was sure he would get into more trouble if he didn't say much. "So, what's with all the fightin' goin' on there, Sheriff?" he asked.