"What's going on over there? That bitch giving you trouble?" He walked over to Emi and put the baseball bat in her face. "Why do you feel like antagonizing my boys, miss?" Emi looked down at the bat, the pompadour, back at the leader, and then opened her mouth.
"You really think this is gonna do anything to help your wannabe ass gang, Hector? Your little band of misfit toys has been going down in relevance for quite some time now. It also doesn't help that y'all's fashion sense is almost as whack as your goofy ass hai-.''
CLANG. Her words were cut off by the sound of the bat putting a dent in the bar that Emi was holding onto, right next to her head. Hector was red in the face with his nostrils flaring. "You just love runnin that trap of yours don't ya girly. That's gonna land you in some heat one of these days. Your intel is a bit off though. The Orange Viper Gang is coming back in a big way. And my hair..." Hector raised his bat above his head. "Is fresh to death!" He started to make a swing towards Emi's head and stopped a few centimeters from the top of her skull. The motion interrupted by the sound of a large sneeze. They all turned their heads towards the sound of the disturbance. The goon with sunglasses was in the face of a teary-eyed young man covering his nose with one hand and the other hand on a wrapped up object about the length of a sword that was in the seat next to him.
"You just sneezed all over me!" The goon said while wiping his face and glasses.
"What no way, I definitely covered my mouth,'' the stranger responded. The goon became red when hearing this.
"Look at me! You clearly sneezed all over me! Even my glasses are dirty!!!'' The goon had gotten even closer to the young man, bearing his sharp yellow teeth. The young man just turned away from the goon to address everyone on the train and just pointed his thumb at the goon while smirking.
"Wow. He's so mad right now."
"You son of a bitch!" The goon balled his hand into a fist and made a brutish swing at the young man's head. Just as the goon's hand was moving through the air, the young man sneezed again into the goon's face while simultaneously ducking out of the way of the punch. His hand crunched against the metal wall of the subway car. He stumbled back clutching his bruised and bloody hand. The young man looked up as if unaware of anything that had happened, wiping his eyes and nose.
"Sorry about that. I think something in that rotten breath of yours is triggering an allergy." He opened his eyes and saw the goon's crumpled bloody hand and pointed at it. "Hey, not to alarm you or anything, but I think ya hand is fucked."
"Y-you piece of shit. Gimme that!" The goon reached for the cloth-wrapped object, but as soon as his finger touched it, his legs gave out from under him. The next thing the goon felt was a fist drilling into the side of his head, causing the goon to blackout before his body landed with a THUD onto the ground. Standing over the body of the most definitely concussed goon, fist pointing down at the ground, the other still clutching the cloth wrapped object, was the young man. He directed his gaze towards the two remaining gang members.
"You really should ask permission before touching other people's stuff like that. Ya never know what's going to happen." The whimsical aura around this sneezing stranger vanished completely, leaving only a menacing presence in the room.
