Daz stood in the middle of a semi-circle of people, waving a handgun around, while threatening every one of them. Patch parked his bike, pushed out his kickstand, and raced toward him.
He looked crazed. Redness surrounded his eyes, his skin looked pale and frail. He looked nothing like the guy Patch knew as the leader of The Fallen Kings. Patch shoved through the semi-circle of people and grabbed Daz's arm as he waved it around wildly.
"Wow. Wow. Calm down, Daz," Patch said.
He stared at him, Patch noticed the disoriented stare and the fact he glanced right through his as if Patch wasn't standing there.
"They're coming! Let go!" Daz shouted, trying to maneuver his way out of Patch's grasp.
The townspeople that surrounded them looked scared, and some pissed off, as Patch tried to
