A fuss outside Legion. Someone looked at someone sideways or something, someone is filled with boilermaker bravado. This is the huffy pre-fight where one party or the other attempts to leave, then as they are leaving they invent a brand new indignation that rebounds them back into the fray. They were ready to drop it, man, but now you’ve gone and set them off again. This charade gets so boring that the crowd’s doubts about this fight have no choice but to catalyze into simple bloodlust. Hit him already. Fight. Fight fight fight fight fight.
Look Mister, its our old corner.