Frost's swing missed, and hit a kid in an orange hoodie instead of Ponytail.
His feeling of anger subsided, his paranoia left.
Frost glanced around. His once quiet, secluded, and pleasant alley had been transformed into a blur of, well, all kinds of crap. He noticed a korean man explode for no apparent reason, and also that there was a car parked in the entrance.
Talon of the Silver Hawk was nowhere to be seen. To be honest, he'd expected that. Wesley and Clarke Anderson looked like they were about to leave. Even Ponytail looked as though he'd just plain had enough. This wasn't a duel, this was madness.
Tiberius Frost let go of the switch on his saber. He searched for his sword, and found it coated in blood next to some parts of a body. He picked it up, and sheathed it, sighing.
Frost felt absolutely drained. He had no energy left. He clipped his saber to his belt, turned, and walked away, his hands deep in his coat pockets. As he passed Wesley he said:
"I am sorry we coldn't finish our duel, but I cannot work in these conditions. Perhaps we will meet again"
Then he added:"I'm going to Starbucks. Wanna come?"
