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Ken Blast! started to scan the room with his eyes and unusually reflective sun glasses in an attempt for find any contenders. During this scanning period, he noticed a woman staring him down with one of her hands by her side. He decided to indulge for a bit and have a staring contest of sorts with her. After about three minutes of this, he scooted backwards in his chair. In what seemed like a flash second, he was already pulling out a chair right across from her. "Hey, there! Y'mind if I sit here with ya?" He asked, not really caring about her answer and sat down anyways.

The crosses on his forearms started glistening, one would be right in mistaking them for having a slight glow. "Listen, I'm here for people looking for a fight. Judging by your entire...everything, you're not looking for a fight. So for the safety of yourself, I'd take your hands right off whatever it is you're clinging to. My fighting style isn't just sick and tight, it's also mega gnarly." He said, his words almost seeping with cockiness.