<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Hearth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking Lot of the School<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Fully suited up in bike armor and accoutrements<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Baseball Team, Billy, Open<br/><br/><br/><strong>"Billy, if you've got what you need, maybe it's better for you to get back to the others." </strong>He said without taking his eyes off of the the group he could see. Because of the tinted visor, it would be downright impossible for nay of the baseball players to know where he was looking, or if he was even really looking at all.<br/><br/><strong>"You think you're such a hot shit, Colby? I remember a time where you got the piss kicked out of you. And who was there to make sure your persecutor got what they deserved? But, whatever, the past is the past, right? And now here you are, a big and tall and proud man, right? So, why don't we settle things like this. Me and you, Colby. Single combat. You win, you guys get the car, and can do whatever the hell you like to me. You lose, and I <span class="bbc_u">kill</span> you, Colby. And the rest of you get the chance to move on to easier pickings." </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Don't tell me you're afraid, Colby. And Denny, don't tell me you'll let someone hide behind you, right? What good is a person like that to you?" </strong>He was wary, though, of where that other kid had gone off running. That didn't bode well. He would like nothing more than for Billy to step up and maybe put an arrow in the kid's leg, but somehow, he doubted the boy had the testicular fortitude for such a thing.