Urion was a big fan of eating new foods and took the opportunity whenever he could. The food vendor had a fan favorite of his: fried chicken. Purchasing a big piece for himself along with a side of biscuits and a drink, the mage was relieved to have found a good time to be eating his chicken in peace, and without being harmed whatsoever. Urion thought to himself, what could possibly go wrong in a situation like this. The Blue Pegasus mage realized that he would be the victim of fate before an incident would occur, but it would be different in how he would react. Something swelled within his spirit, that forced him to act on violence over reason, and it was infuriating. A grown man around Urion's height bumped into him, looked him dead in the eye, and slapped the big piece of fried chicken out of his hand. The drink was yanked from his grip and dumped on Urion's head, soaking his hair and sending ice down his body. His black, white, and Blue Pegasus blue tracksuit was ruined, unfortunately.
"You could have dumped my drink anywhere, and stepped on my buttermilk biscuits." Urion's eyes became devoid of feelings and were filled with an intense sense of anger and wrath. "I draw the fucking line with my fuckin' chicken."
"And what will you do about it, wussy?" The man ran off, and Urion was hot on the trail. The attacker was persistent in making sure he would get away as swiftly as he could, but Urion's determination to beat the living soul out of the offending man made him catch up quicker than expected. Tripping the man, the Blue Pegasus mage violently grabbed the man by the hairs and shoved his face into the concrete sidewalk. People gasped, but had seen the incident from the beginning and were not surprised that the man getting beaten up was finally getting what was coming to him.
"Don't fuck with my fucking chicken you shit-headed cunt." Urion picked up his head and pulled the man's face to meet his face. "If I see your fucking face again I swear to all that is holy I will end you."