<b>"Fucking fuck, really!?"</b>Katsuo howled in pain as he ducked away from the demigod, glancing back over at the minotaur.<b>"Yo, Porterhouse. Out on the streets, when the coppers crack down, even rival gangs'll fight together to stick it to the man. What'd'ya say we stick in it the <i>wo</i>man?"</b>The yellow-haired thug was willing to put on a brave face, but between the suckerpunch earlier and the fact that he was now staring down an honest-to-goodness demigod, Katsuo was beginning to realize he might be in a bit over his head.<b>"I'll letcha take first pick?"</b>he offered, in an attempt to sweeten the deal.<br/><br/>A hand reached into his pocket, grabbing his cellphone and pondering if it was worth calling in the big guns in the form of Guts Pose. But as poorly as the demigod had reacted to a chair getting wrecked, he really didn't want to think about what she might do if he crashed a mecha into the side of the wall. And to top it all off, this early in the day most of the gang would either be sleeping or nursing killer hangovers. But that didn't mean he couldn't more aggressively recruit...<br/><br/>Clenching his fists, Katsuo got an almost demonic gleam in his eyes as running away was suddenly the last thing on his mind as he shouted out to the rest of the cafeteria.<b>"Hey, hey, hey! Listen up, slack-jawed punks! Anyone wants in on this dogpile, come on up to bat! But don't think chickenshit cowards will get a turn after this rumble!"</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>