Artist: Nujabes/Idst - Song: BattleCry - Word Count: N/A
The wind whipped furiously past Law as he traveled nearly three hundred miles per hour over the roads of Vastime. The chill at this speed was palpable , and the gusts blew his hair back harshly. His knuckles were beginning to turn white from the pressure that was being exerted upon them in an effort to keep his hands on the handlebars. It was entirely dark by this point, and the only thing that lit up the road ahead of him were the incredibly bright headlights on the bike. Law felt a certain rush of adrenaline every time he rode the bike. It was substantially different from the feeling he had in combat, but he could still tell that they were closely related. The feeling began in his stomach, a radiating energetic essence, before spreading throughout his entire body. There was really something to be said about riding a bike through open terrain.
Eventually he reached the more populated part of the city, and had to slow his speed considerably, Now traveling at just under one hundred miles per hour he kept on the lookout for anywhere that looked particularly interesting. He knew he would be going into battle tomorrow, and that he might die whilst doing so, and for this reason he was entirely uninhibited. To be completely honest though, he was usually completely uninhibited, so there wasn't really much of a difference. After only a short time he came upon a "Gentleman's Bar" that looked like it would be a great time. He chuckled at the name, "Barry's Bunnies" pulled into the mostly abandoned and dimly lit parking lot, and cut off his bike.
To be completely honest, Law was feeling a bit more crazy than he usually did. Maybe it was the fact that he was going to experience the thrills of a virgin continent, or maybe it was just that time of month. Regardless, there was something inside of him yearning to see the light of day, and he was basically helpless to resist. This made the fact that he was confronted in the parking lot all the more enjoyable.
From several feet away he could see several rough and tumble figures, all standing around their own bikes. There were four of them, they averaged around six and a half feet tall, all extremely muscular, and they seemed to be incredibly sure of themselves. From a distance, with his supernatural hearing, Law heard one of the men, presumably the leader of the small group, say something he couldn't stomach.
"Look at this punk riding in on the homo bike. Let's break the shit out of it once he goes inside."
Privy to this information, Law couldn't help but act on it. He removed his helmet, attaching it to the bike, and then almost effortlessly, and completely unnoticeably to the average person, placed a force field around it. It was true that he'd have to focus on it for the rest of the night, but that wasn't generally a problem for him. Leaving his sword attached to his bike, Law began to slowly make his way towards the group of men. On his way over he scanned the ground, looking for anything that would be of use. Only four of five feet away from them his eyes settled on a large metal pipe, and he'd made up his mind. When he neared the pipe he bent down and picked it up, then continued to make his way over to the group of men who had invariably noticed him by this time. They still seemed completely sure of themselves, laughing off Law's acquisition as if it were nothing. They would soon change their tune.