He had the feeling that she was sizing him sip as she ate, but he didn't really care, he was sure as soon as he she got a glimpse of his fiery eyes she'd move away like everyone else. The thought of all the times he was called soft, or a weakling. They didn't know what his is like. They don't know what's he's dealing with. So who were they to say Jack? Gritting his teeth, the silverware around him behaving to vibrate, the fork in his hand starting to heat up, the area on which he held starting to smoke.
After a few seconds, his temper bubbled down, still there but not threatening anyone or thing. When he moved his hand, there was a scorch mark, the outgoing of his clenched fist now branded onto the able. "Kark." Sighing, he would look up at a group of men that walked in, all holding themselves like they were high and mighty. One approached the table he and [member="Phislo Bress"] were sitting at. "This seat is mine. Beat it." The chatter died down as everyone looked over at him. "You deaf kid? I said move it." With the last three words, the brute reached over, smacking the glass of water out of his hand, now everyone was deathly silent as he slowly rose, towering over the fat man.
There were three of them, all big burly men. But he was bigger. Reaching forward, he would grab the leader by his multiple necks, hurling the fat man over the railing onto the dirty floor. As the others surged forward, he would pick up his empty pizza tray, slamming the pan against the man's head, leaving a face shaped mold for cookies or whatever the hell they made, just a little blood was on it, washable. The other pulled a knife, swinging the blade to try and stab him. Sidestepping, he grabbed the man's wrist and slammed his elbow down onto the man's shoulder, hearing a loud snap. Bringing his knee up, he held the man by his hair, smashing his face upon the table, dropping the man as the fat leader rose to his feet.
Grabbing man and bringing him over the railing, he would kick him behind the knee, holding him at eye level. "Still want the seat?" The man began to whimper like a dog and babbling, but he was soon exclaiming in pain as Nate gave the chubby man a heavy kick in the ass, sending him reeling out the door. Wiping him self off, he looked round the room, and pretty soon everyone started to talk again, the majority of it being centered on him.
[member="Charzon Loulan"], [member="Darth Pryde"]