Snippet #5642

Bright yellow boots made their presence known as they hit the ground. Ben undid the matching rain mac to reveal a thin t-shirt of sorts. On the white was a red pattern that looked like a warrior's symbol of maybe some kind...The boots began making their steps towards the break room. After having stepped inside, the large black beads of his eyes fell on his open locker and to two, grubby men around it. One, had very short hair, as though his head was a welcome mat. His prominent nose and low brow made for an intimidating face. You could see his muscles through his vest. The other was in blue overalls, and a cap. A cigar burned in his mouth, surrounded by his beard. He was the one examining Ben's sword.
"What? He walks around with this toothpick?"
"Yeah! I'd like to see him use it. The little yellow gerbil is such a freak. Even for a Moogle."
"Yeah! Kupo, kupo, kupo...all freakin' day..." They look to the now frozen Ben.
"Hey!" The man in the vest said, "Here he is..."
"What are you doing in my locker, kupo?" Ben pipped up. His nose twitched a little as the anger rose.
"We're lookin'! Are you planning on going anywhere in a hurry?"
"Get out of my locker!" Ben's voice raised to a shout as he stormed towards them.
"No." The one with the beard and cigar kicked him back. His small frame flew back into a table containing cups and drinks and things. Bottles of stuff fizzed violently in their containers as Ben bounced to the floor. He picks himself up, now seeing red. He snatches up something in his haste then flings it. The bottle strikes the man with the cigar in the cheek, knocking blade and burning tobacco to the floor. A cup smashes next to the other man's head as Ben grabs his weapon. Then skips back putting a little distance between them both. Without a moments thought, the man in the vest grabs a heavy wrench from his belt while the other grabs some pipping. The bearded man raises then brings the pipe down upon Ben's dagger, raised in defence.