Bishounen. Really? Nathan doesn't hit girls, although for these he'd make an exception. “Now if only I had a lighter...” Some rumour that make-up was inflammable or something. Too bad he couldn't test that epic theory in the name of SCIENCE!.
“I guess cracking a few bones here and there will suffice as much.” The American quickly cocked his head from left to right, loudly cracking it as the first group of man-ladies rushed up towards their technically 'outnumbered' team. Ha! Aren't these suckers are in for a treat!
Hmm, Nathan wouldn't be having one bit of trouble apparently. Only one of those make-up wearing monkeys came running towards him. He probably had taken the wrong spot to guard. Guess bishounen aren't that girly to be fond of flowers then. A steel pipe rose high above the freak's head as it spouted out words that did not at all reach the American's inner ear.
Probably thought Nathan was the easiest target, seeing as he appears unarmed. And no muscle to back up a fearsome soldier status. Without a single comment, or taunting exclaimed towards his approaching victim, the soldier assumed a steady yet calm stance.
A strong hand stretched out, and attempted to cling itself onto the bishounen's head. Hoping to pull the poor man-lady near Nathan who had already raised his right leg to shove a knee into the victim's ribs...