The day passed rather quickly, as in the evening at about seven, he would finally split up with Oto and Hanchiro, on his way back home. Well, the dormitory, which was his usual home for his one year stay. It was not far from school, maybe fifteen minutes at normal walking speed. From where he said goodbye to his friends, it was about ten minutes.

Enough time to think.

And so he did, walking calmly and slowly down the street as the sun was starting to set, coloring the horizon a mix of orange and blue. Since he was hit by the arrow, he often thought about what exactly it did to him. It couldn't have been the regeneration as he thought at first, other wounds didn't heal as fast. But nobody knew why the first one did. There was definitely something odd about it. And he had a hunch that that wasn't the only thing...

And then there was that weird spider. But he didn't really worry about it much. It looked real at the moment, but it was probably just some weird shadow or something. Although there was that ever so slight nagging at the back of his mind that he felt something weird.

He was just getting close to the dorm, still in thought. The building itself was two floors tall (counting the ground floor), standing near a small grassy area with a few trees around and a small convenience store conveniently close. It was mostly grey in colour, with the exception of someone seeming to have spray-painted a fox head on the side of the building. It was a rather large piece of grafiti, with vibrant colours. It seems to have been too good to somehow paint over, Ray's heard it was there for years already.

His mind switched over to focus more on the matters at hand, as he went inside the building, eventually finding his way to his own room on the upper floor, the right-most room. He closed the door behind him and set his back to the side, taking a look again at his living condition. It was a single room, with a unfoldable sofa opposite a TV, a desk at the opposite end near a window, and a small kitchen area at the back as well, with the basics, microwave, oven, sink, fridge, and some cupboards. A wardrobe was also present on the other side from the couch, as well as the door to a bathroom in the room, with a toilet and shower. All in all, everything he needed. He was already set up, a radio on the desk, a few posters mostly rock and metal themed on the walls, some clothing and general messiness as well as some comics around. A guitar with equipment was in one corner, peacefully rested against a wall.

He let out a small sigh, one of content at the fact that he was finally home, before going over to the kitchen and try to get some food started. Probably instant ramen. Again.

Luckily, it was only after he had finished his food that it started.

He was just outside, only for a while, with a hefty bag of garbage. It really was almost overflowing, forcing him to finally take care of it. And on the way back from the dumpster, it was as if he only now heard it. Angry, drunk-like shouting. It wasn't really that common around here, so it caught him a bit off-guard, making him turn to see who it was.

The only reason the scene could have been considered too out of place would be for its location. Seijo was just a small town, rarely attracting too much attention, or having issueswith its citizens or anything. But here it was. A guy in a black leather jacket and black jeans, along with a clean-shaved head, making a racket as he drunk from a glass bottle of whiskey. There were three other guys nearby, mostly just talking amongst themselves, two of them passing a bottle as well. But they weren't as noisy about their hairless friend, who seemed to be shouting something about "wild beats". Huh.

They weren't here before when he first passed by, just now walking past. And he did the same, trying to ignore them. See no evil and all that crap. But as they saw him, they stopped. The three in the back started whispering, before stopping their friend who was walking a bit ahead of them, pulling him closer. Ray didn't hear what they said, and although he was a bit curious he tried not to care. It would be best not to get in trouble...

But then, after they finished talking, he heard steps behind him. They came closer. He stopped, as they seemed to hesitate, before the steps continued. "Oi, oi...whadda we have here, eh? Ain't it late to be out on our turf, boy?" He heard the voice of one of them, as they moved to circle him just as he faced the speaker, it being the shaved guy. The others, with similar get-ups, stood by him in a square, not seeming all that friendly. Shit.

Still, gotta at least try and play it cool. Ry put on a small smile as he gave a shrug "...oops? Look, guys, i...got no idea who you are, so...could you just let me off this-"

His answer came rather abruptly, making him thank the fact that the guy with the bottle behind him stepped on a can, making him hear it in time. Littering had its benefits sometimes, although as much as he thanked that can he was a bit embarrassed at the fact that it most likely was from his trash, having fallen out. Digressing no more, upon hearing the step he moved fast, getting low and to the side as he turned to the first attacker, crouched. Guy was obviously hoping to get a surprised hit in with the bottle, his swinging hand now low to the ground. Ray didn't hesitate, suddenly jumping up from his crouch to deliver a surprising knee, right to the guy's face.

As the biker fell, he managed to grab the empty bottle from his hands, turning around and quickly throwing it at one of the other attackers' face. Not expecting it he went down, one of the other two that was charging at him using this window of opportunity to get close and attack, the "baldy" staying back.

Two punches flew at tall student, which he dodged by swaying to the right and then back. After that came a kick, aiming at Ray's legs, which was probably supposed to continue into another one. Instead, it didn't, as the low kick was dodged with the biker's opponent hopping up and retorting with a kick to the side, which flowed into a low swipe with both legs, knocking the biker to the ground, knocket out.

The one without hair was just watching for now, seeming not too interested, in anything other than his bottle of booze. It ran out just about the time his friend hit the ground, leaving him with no other choice than to lower it away from his mouth, groan a bit and glare at Ray, who was facing him and soon talked. "So...can i go now?"

The remaining biker raised an eyebrow, though kept a glare going as he stepped closer to Ray "No...if ya don't wanna go to a hospital, that is. Or the morgue...". A grin appeared, oh jolly.

"Nah, i don't feel like it. Besides, what makes you so special? I already took care of the other guys, you're not gonna be any different."

Strangely, the biker's grin only got a little larger, as he responded with a small chuckle "Keh heh...well, ain't you in for a surprise...". And then something bizarre happened.

Something materialized in the air in front of him. It was humanoid, floating in the air, a figure in silver and black with belts wrapped around it, its eyes two big black circles. It was coming right at him with a punch to the face. A strong punch. But he could still hear the guy behind it, exclaiming.

"[Alestorm]!"