Sam was not thrilled about this mandatory Halloween ball. He knew without question it was a set up. He had half a mind to skip out, and wait for the fall out. He wasn't worried about what might happen to him, he had absolutely no care or concern for his own welfare, but if there was madness and mayhem he was all in.
He walked down the path, shoulders straight, unaffected by the weather. Seeing someone ahead, he called out, "Get out of my way," with a growl and a grunt. He noted the guy's appearance, the ragged, wartorn look of him, and if he felt anything at all, it was a shiver of excitement at the possibility of a potential fight.