<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/09/00/6d/09006d5099ffb9ae47a77724febb226a.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Ted Grant<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Wildcat<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>None<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:42<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jo`s Tech store, Gotham East.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Raven, Oracle<br/><hr/><br/>The thug with the knife in his foot suddenly goes quiet behind them, Ted can really be quiet when he has to be. He's not magic though, no powers - at least not in that way. He doesn't hide from the ladies either, just right there crouching down while he considers pulling out the knife. That foot is going to need medical attention if they're going to save it, he wonders if that's worth doing.<br/><br/>The man they see is big enough to have been the leader of the other thugs, he's not dressed like it though. He's dressed more like he just got out of the military, complete with buzzed hair even. The only real exception was that his fists were wrapped like he was expecting to throw some punches.<br/><br/>"<strong>I was expecting to ask you two that at this point.</strong>" he gets out, letting them decide that. He gets up but keeps his distance. Maybe he should of come in costume, but really could these kids be expected to know of Wildcat?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He wasn't exactly the most religious person in the world, which was funny when he thought about it. How many people out there have had direct contact with gods? He didn't worship anybody, but Bast seemed okay with that. He figured that's what the Priestesses were for back in the ancient times. His job wasn't to sell to the rubes, his job was to find who Bast wanted taken down a peg and pound the crap out of them. Which he could do, King of the Takedown. The way he figured it, if she was going to ask him to do something that he wouldn't of done anyway she wouldn't of picked him.<br/><br/>He'd been keeping it low, keeping it subtle, watching over the orphans and mothers that she pointed him at. Bast; the Egyptian Goddess of Cats, War, the Sun, and Motherhood - and his divine patron whether he liked it or not. At least it her method of getting in contact was interesting, coming in his dreams. Sometimes they fuck, sometimes they fight - usually no words are said. Just feeling, and this time the feeling took him back in the States. At the time he just thought about how this would be fun.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The man with the knife in his foot is now unconscious, with now bruising on his face and a bloody mouth. Ted isn't surprised at all, when Heavyweight Champion of the World Ted Grant punches you in your goddamn mouth you feel it. The foot though, it changed the angle of his leg.<br/><br/>"<strong>This guy's going to at least lose his foot if he doesn't get to a hospital fast. Trying to decide if that's a bad thing. You two should get out either way though.</strong>"