Felicity's blood was up from a pleasent time spent between modern dance and folksy whirling from partner to partner, joinign hands and promenading side to side, eyes dancing with men and women of all stripes.<br/><br/>The sounds of hate descending upon this harmony offended her too the core, and the dragon in her stirred.<br/><br/>She bit down on her inner fire, though, and weaved her way through the mob.  As the obsenities began flying, she answered them by targeting bullies with a mix of spanish and english challenges, "Hey,<em>cholo</em>" thug, "did your mamasita slice off your cojones?  Too impotent to get a girl without groping her?"