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Post by isaak jacobson on May 2, 2009 12:17:23 GMT -5
 Cracking his knuckles loudly, Isaak Leipzig Jacobson made his way down the dirt path without one uttered word of annoyance of greivance. You see, he had to once again leave Eskil to deal with military matters. He was the head General for the Special Forces of Edlin. Being a retired Lord and a General from a previous war, Isaak just couldn't sit by while another one was being brought into play. But at the same time he had an obligation to Eskil; to not join the war. So all he was doing was setting up plans, filing and bullshit as such. Little did his precious daughter Dailen know; Isaak had accepted the role of General once again. So if they ever called him to war, he would have to make up some lie as to where he was going...Eventually he'd get the courage to tell her; it was just hard to put on the girl. If he was sent off to war, that meant everyone she grew up with and cared about was off in the war. She had no one at home to keep her company. Isaak nagged her multiple times about befriending a mord sith; it was dangerous and Dailen knew it. She was just desperate for the attention and friendship...
He couldn't take this much longer. He was a calm, cool, collected man until things like this started showing up in life. Sighing heavily, he made his way up to the city centre of Edlin; debating on what he was going to do with the rest of his evening. After all, he had nothing better to do. He needed to find something to entertain himself. Like...Meet a new friend? No, that's not what Isaak did with his life. His dead pan humor just seemed to bring people further into hatred with him. He didn't mind it though. People back in Eskil didn't mind him. Edlin people were like foreign creatures to him. Completely different; they threw him off tremendously. Making his way through the small crowd ahead, Isaak's curiosity peaked. Why was everyone crowding around? What was going on that was so damn important? Pushing through, Isaak managed to get to the front lines just in time to see a punch blown down into someone's face. Shit. A fight was going on. He hated animal instinct to just stand around and cheer it on. When people got into violent moods - especially where children were present - we as a civilization needed to learn to control ourselves.
Pushing through completely, Isaak moved forward, dodging a punch from - what looked like - the man who started the fight. Grabbing the boy's arm, he twisted it to the side, using his left hand to nail him hard in the face. Watching the boy fall to the ground, Isaak turned to the other person, holding his hand out. "Are you alright? Anything broken?" It was fine if they didn't want his help but he was still sure as hell going to offer it just in case.
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