The man whose nose had been punched howled, tears coming to his eyes.
A small stream of blood trailed from his nose to his mouth and mixed up with saliva that was pouring out.
Esong flipped him over and went through his pockets.
He retrieved a phone and a few other items, none reason enough to cause suspicion. Esong pulled back the arm of the bulky jacket he was wearing and all he had was a bracelet terminal, no storage bracelet.
"I will sue you for this." The man threatened feebly.
At this time, RGB warriors arrived on the scene, most in their formal uniforms with the exception of their captain.
Right on their foot was a group of mecha warriors, armed and ready to fight.
Reports of uncategorized nature were answered jointly because nobody knew what to expect when they reached the scene.
"What are you doing?" Zorl squatted down and whispered harshly to Esong. "There are people here and some are recording."
