He rather hoped not to have to fight at all because all he was currently armed with was the ability to summon an ice-pop, and not even a frozen one. Unless he convinced someone to try and suck the juice out of it, he wasn't about to do them any harm with it.
He whistled as he walked, thumbs tucked into his belt and 'pockets' full of little spheres of energy he'd taken from some late-night revelers, already drunk and now more so on wearyness.
He couldn't have gone forever without running into someone on 'the other side'; he knew that. He just had hoped it was going to be a quiet night when he 'felt' the presence of someone on the other side. He shuddered at the eerie feeling of it and called out.
"Alright, come out and state your intent or something like that!"
Honkzilla
