Magic Gathering

Having just walked out of the bar. Smack! A drunken man suddenly slammed into Clark. Thud~ The figure fell rather awkwardly onto the concrete, his brown trench coat flapping aside to reveal a weathered face. "Hey, are you—" Clark had just crouched down when he saw Jino raise his foot and stomp toward the man's face. "Not the face!" Seeing the leather boot whistling toward his cheek, the man rolled away, and cracks exploded across the concrete where he had been. "Spit it out, Constantine.