Well... he said he wanted a change of scenery... And looking around... a bit of the same. His face held a bit of a glum look about it as he practically spun around, his dragon companion had flown off after dropping him off within the city proper and he had taken it upon himself to study the sights so to speak. It seemed Era took after Crocus a bit, though not as fancy as the capital city obviously due to being the militaristic capital of Fiore. Teiho honestly felt a bit at home here, with the random military drills and odd research officer scurrying about, he could tell this was a place of purpose and expansion. But as he approached the headquarters of the military police for Fiore, a strange sound began to fill the air and pierce his ear drums with it's foulness.

"What in God's name?" He whispered to himself, unsure what the commotion was but knew it was something he wanted out of his life immediately. As he searched for the source, he missed the clearly naked fellow playing a horrible spanish guitar in the middle of the clearing as it had apparently garnered far more attention from the locals than it should have.

The crowd seemed to be far more interested in the singing of the young man situated in the middle of the garden, something that Teiho was quite honestly not really trying to deal with. The situation had already slightly ruined the wonder of the moment. Sighing, he was turning around to head in a different direction, having mentally planned on returning when the area wasn't so noisy when the singing was stopped and then replaced with a rather smashing sound of someone reacquainting a face with lacquered wood. Stopping in his tracks, he'd turn towards the now stunned crowd as the man at the center stumbled out with a mask on his face in the visage of a fox. Well this was a new and rather interesting development. Whether someone had struck the man out of lack of patience or he had decided to show his own skull the broadside of his guitar Teiho would not know, but he did know one thing, the man's skull would hate him for it later.

He was going to go back to walking away when he was addressed by the young man, the boys poor attempt at anthologizing him about something that he had had only a short while fell rather dully on his ears. He shrugged at the young mans assessment of his hair before finally turning towards him, "And what of it?" He'd ask simply. After dealing with that man Roman he knew that these kinds of folks wouldn't stop until they got what they wanted and thus decided to humor the man for a few minutes as he glanced down at the underside of his upturned wrist, the gleaming watch face displaying the current time to him before he nodded. While he was of course wandering aimlessly, he did have a schedule to keep to mind you so this would have to be quick.

The young man seemingly moved closer, a threat intended and met with ample response as a blade materialized within Teiho's hand. He wasn't too keen on being walked up on and a good offense was as good as a good defense. He'd take a precautionary step back away from the young man, his sweeping blade held within his right dominant hand. While it was held behind him out of view, it was still positioned in a way that if he was accosted he could still attack with it quickly enough to injure or maim someone. While he normally wasn't on edge like this, he didn't have time for people to test his ability to fight, and after dealing with Roman, he figured that taking the necessary measures to keep people away from his personal space were more than sufficient.

Of course, it seemed the young man was adamant about antagonizing him about his hair, as if that mattered at all. He wouldn't let it get to him as the boy would step into his bubble, hand raised to push him albeit lightly as the young man wasn't in the necessary stance to do any damage. Teiho had two options at this exact moment: He could de-escalate the situation, back away and not remove the young man's hand; or he could ramp it up to 100, and say fuck the police. The hand inched oh so closer as a decision was made, and it was either a sigh of relief, or a gasp of indignation, neither could be understood as his body moved on it's own, his defensive measure seemingly enough to keep him out of harms way as his body slid his left foot back behind and to the appropriate side of his right, keeping his shoulder width stance and allowing his right hand to come to the forefront as his blade swept about below and out of eyesight of the young man just before it would potentially come resting just below his right side of his in the nape of his neck.

It was a warning gesture, and postured as such, of course if the young man moved forward into the blade, that was not his fault, and if he continued his act of aggression, that was also not his fault. He would not speak, allowing his actions to be a warning in and of themselves as the blade would keep him from making any extra gestures with his limbs without warranting a swift response from him in kind, and with his left hand free, he could still willingly react and counter attack if the young man somehow found a way around his blade.

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[Hit Claim]

The altercation would be over in an instant. Whatever the young man thought he was doing or planned to do was for naught. Having already decided what he was going to do to the boy before he was even assaulted. He tilted the blade suddenly so that it was a flat plane before flicking it up into the boys chin, slamming his lower jaw into his upper jaw with enough explosive force to send his head jarring back. There was no flicker of movement from his arm as he did this, thus making the whole action invisible until the shock of pain would course through the boys body. Due to the location of the strike, the boy would be immediately jarred, his brain literally jarred against the back of his skull rendering him unconscious instantly. His body would likely slide back onto the cool grass behind him and lay there as the crowd looked on with shocked faces.

It was a common enough thing for Teiho that he wasn't even phased by it as his blade dissipated into the ether as he stood up from his stance. Not even bothering to regard the young man with a second look, he'd turn away and head in the opposite direction. Maybe a bar or book store was open further down that he could go to?

[Exit]