Freinds in fire nation

Slade was aware of the bickering between the fellow known as Lozorus, and some other kid who talked too much known as Tagoto. He already knew who was better, who was stronger, it was pretty evident in class, Lozorus was much more skilled and better. Slade respected his ability. To him, he was a potential ally, one that had to be taken, made to trust before anyone else did. It had been a while since he got into a serious fight, and it had been too long, he was itching to take part when he was watching the event in the training grounds.

Lozorus had made the other guy look pretty darn stupid, he outclassed him in everything, to the point where Tagoto looked like he wanted to rip someone's head off. It was quite amusing for Slade, he loved watching violence slowly play out, oh how fun it was to watch for someone like him.

All of a sudden, Tagoto's friends all ganged up on Lozorus, all beating down on him, sure Lozorus gave a good fight back, but the numbers were just too much, Slade himself knew he could not even take on that many people, but he could not just sit and watch. This was his chance. His chance to have some fun without any of the sensai's or teachers getting involved.

He knew no one would die here, it would cause too much trouble with the academy, but it would be fun beating up these punks anyway.

Watching them all beat down on the shinobi known as Lozorus, Slade stood about ten metres away, hands in pockets, a smirk on his face. "Hey!" He shouted, making all of them stop hitting Lozorus, and turning around to see who was calling them out. There was a young boy walking past, Slade grabbed him on the shoulder, "Kid, go to the local hospital and tell them to get ready about..." Slade lifted his hand and counted the twenty kids he was about to face, "Twenty stretchers." He muttered, loud enough for the group to hear, a cocky grin on his face as the small kid ran away from the scene.

"Oh yeah? Get him!" One shouted, all of them now rushing at Slade, a grin on his face, spitting out a white stick that with in his mouth in cigarette-style fashion, before raising his fists and grinning at the horde of young, angry ninjas.

Slade watched over as Lozorus got up. Great willpower. He smirked, glad that Lozorus got up in time, making some of them switch over to Lozorus, still leaving the majority to Slade. He had no problem with that.

All of them leaped into the air, all coming down at Slade, their aim was to all pile up on him, crush him, but Slade had recently learned something that was perfect against such tactics. Slamming his hands together in a sign, his skin suddenly turned to steel, impossible to break through right now, all of their faces becoming shocked as they could not stop themselves slamming right into his steel body.

The front of them, probably three, went full on with the steel, hitting their heads and chests, knocking them out as they hit, the others were lucky enough to go into their friends, making them take less damage. All of them stood up, looking frustrated, Slade's skin now turning back to normal, he was laughing slightly. "I want to play. So come on!" He shouted at them, irritating them so much that they ran at him, roaring as they did, lifting this fists up to pummel him.

Dropping to the ground, he spun, picking up sand and dust off the floor, coming up and throwing it into the eyes of the people in front of him, blinding them for a while, as he kicked one right in the crotch, before turning to the right and crashing a punch into another's jaw, sending him hurling backwards into some of his friends.

Hearing them behind him, he was smashed at the back of the head by a punch, making him stumble, before rolling forward, getting back on his feet, still smirking, elbowing someone behind him in the gut, following up by dodging an overarm punch from another ahead of him, then headbutting them to the ground.

Slade grabbed a punch, then continued to punch the shinobi in the stomach, over and over until he was grabbed from behind. Two of them grabbed each arm, and one of the gang members brought out a kunai.

Staring at the member with a toothy grin, the guy slashed at Slade's chest, creating a large cut across his chest, blood spitting out of it, the gang members letting go, Slade's body dropping to the ground. Putting his kunai away, the guy was about to go over to Slade's ally, when he spotted Slade getting up. Shocked at what he saw, Slade was laughing, getting up, the bloody wound in his chest healing, closing up in a matter of seconds, his skin coming back together, looking as if the kunai had never touched him in the first place.

"Healing factor." Slade stated before roundhousing the shocked guy in the face, before spinning around and grabbing both of the boy's chests and channeling small volts of electricity into their chests, enough to make them go unconscious as he did not want to kill them.

The others left ran off in fear, jumping over the fences, not wanting to stay any longer against the duo of Slade and Lozorus.

Slade smirked, "I am Slade." He said as he shook hands with Lozorus, staring into his pure white eyes.

"I am aware you are Lozorus, glad we could meet, even if in an event like this." He laughed, letting go of his hand.

"No. I do not." Slade told him, turning around, putting both his hands in his pockets, beginning to walk off.

"See you around, don't go getting yourself beaten." He said, grinning cockily as he said it.