Punks. There are three main problems Forsaken face in their territory: the Spirits, the Pure and the Herd. The last sometimes being the most dangerous and annoying of the three. Ever since the Owl-man threw them out into the wild and forced Granite Watchtower to take a piece of the land for themselves without any Loci inside it (something to be fixed) Daniel has been patrolling and doing his best to improve this stretch of ground bit by bit.

Without the Forsaken tending to the balance between the Hisil-side and Skin-side, things in Sacramento were deteriorating. Not too rapidly but, then again, the Pure took the city approximately a year ago and now it shows. Ridden, Spirits skin-side and all manner of bad things were making the Herd more irritable.

Two young men. Both with piercings, tattoos, bottles of beer in their hands, sitting on the ground, eating some sort of junk food and throwing trash everywhere. He supposes it's what they think a picnic looks like. They don't see him, not yet through the drinking, laughter and bad jokes.

Sighing silently, the Rahu takes a hankerchief out of a pocket and ties it over the lower half of his face. Then he puts on his favorite battered brass-knuckles. An Elodoth might have found it sufficient to talk. But there are other methods, more suitable for getting the Herd into submission. And more pleasant.

They hear him when he's about five paces away.

"Hey, what the f...", - the noisy one gets it first. Daniel makes sure not to hit the head: the boy needs to be able to feel the fear. So a powerful punch to the stomach it is. With his physical strength and training it takes him maybe twenty seconds to beat both of them into whimpering pathetic kids that they are.

"Leave. Don't come here again".

They might return of course. Bring friends or proper weapons, if they aren't scared enough. But the good thing about being one of the Urdaga is that there is always a harsher method of dealing with any problem readily available to you.