Yamamoto Tetsuo smoothly pivoted his shoulder back to avoid yet another 'accidental' impact as another of the gaijin stormed past. He endured the insult stoically, as while teaching them manners would be satisfying, it would not aid him in securing a position. He had already seen plenty of evil looks, and more than a few muttered comments, directed towards his Kuritan appearance and uniform. Had any recognised the empty spaces, the discolouration of the fabric that had previously held the apple green katakana 1 of a Sho-sa, and the Sword insignia of his regiment, their comments would likely have been worse.<br/><br/>"Where in th' hell you think you're going, snake?"<br/><br/>The voice was loud, not quite a shout, but enough to draw attention from all around. Tetsuo looked up at the figure in front of him. The man stood a head taller, and probably massed a quarter again Tetsuos lithe build. Tetsuos eyes were impassive as he looked at the individual in front of him as he would a boistrous pet, one that had just tracked mud all over a clean floor.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'm talking to you." the man said, a finger raised and pointed at Tetsuos face. "We don't want your kind around here, so why don't you head back where you came from, while you're still capable of walking."<br/><br/>Tetsuos expression did not change, he just continued staring flatly at the man. "Davion of some kind, by his accent." he thought.<br/><br/>"Right," said the loudmouth, "You asked for it." His left hand reached out, grabing the collar of Tetsuos jacket. Tetsuo moved in a blur, his hand coming up to cover the one that held him, body twisting back and around. The loudmouth forgot what he was planning to say as his body jerked forwards.<br/><br/>No soon was it moving one way than its direction reversed, Tetsuo twisting the mans hand in a painfull wrist lock that sent him to his knees.<br/><br/>"Aargh! Get him off me." the man roared, and two more stepped forwards from the crowd, one dropping his hand to a holstered pistol. He froze as the tip of a short sword hovered in front of his eyes, slowly raising his hands and stepping back.<br/><br/>Tetsuo turned his attention back to the man he held locked, sheathing his wakizashi. "You would find it hard to pilot a mech if I were to shatter your arm." he said, applying enough pressure to draw another roar of pain. "Consider yourself fortunate, for the Dragon is mercifull." He pivoted, driving a single knuckle strike into a pressure point in the mans arm, bringing another cry of pain. "Feeling will come back to it in an hour or two. Use the time wisely, and reflect on this lesson."<br/><br/>He left the man to the care of his two friends, and strode on through the crowd.