Hard at Work (Narrative)
The City was slowly recovering from the stormy nights, but in the midst of the hustle and bustle of repairs and healing there was still more destruction to be had.
Not that it was that much, but as Rufio discarded the last of his spraypaint cans he couldn't help but be satisfied with his work.
He took out a pocket knife, carving his name into the lower corner of the most recently defaced poster, making sure that this ugly old blonde man knew exactly who had flown throughout the City and wrecked or painted over every poster he could find.
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Task done and sun set, Rufio backed off and headed down to the docks. While the Blonde man was somewhere talking to boring old men and women, the young Pan was honing his skills fighting the scum of the City down in the bad parts of town. He was determined to make a name for himself (something he was starting to do with the low lives here), to practice fighting in this unfamiliar territory, and next time they crossed swords, be the winner of the match against his fairer opponent.