Walks into the coffee shop with a confident strut, heads over to the counter and orders a caramel frapp. The Barista slides the drink across the counter, catching it with a quick swipe. As Silverblade takes a small sip of his drink, his eyes catches an impostor lurking about.
Silverblade draws his blade, clutching it with a tight grip. "Alright. You there!" *Points his blade at Targa.*
Everyone in the bar shrieks, the barista throws a phone books and Silverblade quickly sidesteps. Silverblade then slowly walks towards Targa "Meh. I'm itching for a battle. But I won't find it here. I'll leave it you and your cat girl." Silverblade sheaths his sword and leaves thread forever.