I got up the next morning - trying to keep the night's dreaming out of my head - cleaned up, and dressed (it turned out I<em>did</em>have a pair of pants in there!  The catgirl who took me for the trip must have just snuck them into the bag when I wasn't looking.), I headed down the street to the coffee shop (again, turned out once I had a phone, I could pretty easily navigate to the important parts of the city.  Junior must have pre-searched some locations for me before giving me the phone.) to see what I could do there...and discovered not even halfway along that there were already problems.  Namely, one of the girls who looked like they belonged there being chased by a handful of biker thugs with chains and the occasional crowbar.<br/><br/>"Get behind me, and stay there," I tell the catgirl.  I wasn't sure how best I was going to protect her, but...there was just this general urge to<em>rip them to pieces</em>, so maybe there was something to that.  (The Dragon said the Wolf favored me, so...)  I took a deep breath, feeling a ripple coursing down my arms and then down my legs as I<em>charged</em>into the group of thugs.  I got my arms on two of them and carved bloody streaks into them both, doing hurt that would probably require hospitalization.  A third got the back of my arm as I drew back from the attack, accidentally smacking him and putting him into the nearby wall.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack Roll: Roll 15 + BAB 1 + STR 3, result of 19<br/>Damage Roll: Roll + STR 3 = 9, result of 2 damage<br/>Fray Roll: Roll 5, result of 1 damage</div></div>