"Yeah! Get out of here, firehead!" Reggie yelled out.
For some reason, that comment struck a chord within him as he was almost going to leave, but that was the deciding factor as he slid his hands out of his pockets.
"...'Firehead'?" He repeated.
Reggie looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Got a problem with that, redhead?!"
He sighed out, cracking his knuckles as he entered the alleyway, which seemed to strike fear into the two bullies as it looked as though they finally noticed his level.
"Only friends get to call me that," he said, "And you two aren't any friends of mine."
Another reason he chose to fight was one he'd never admit: he wanted to get some exercise so he'd be tired enough to fall asleep through his friends' snoring.
Trevor stepped back, "--Crap! Level twenty-eight?! This guy's insane!"
