Whoa, what the hell? It's a trap. Is it Charlemagne?
Quickly I draw two escrima sticks from my vintage utility belt with percussion ready for the worst. I was taught to never walk into a trap that I knew I could escape.
No. Who the hell is this guy and what does he want with me?
" Sorry to be that guy but the super-villain convention was rescheduled to happen at the prison but I'd be more than glad to give you a ticket there. ".
His posture tells me that he is confident, not only that his stance shows discipline and maybe arrogance. He sees me as a challenge, not a real threat.
I'm not going to give him the chance to attack me first, impulsively I run towards him with a white smirk on my face that could blind a nation and perform a extravagant front flip over him to quickly strike him in the ears with all my strength to cause severe ringing and perfectly avoid my head hitting the pavement by using the strength of my hand to push myself back three feet to give me certain distance to avoid his next move.