"Oii!" came a voice, "Watcha doin' here, huh?". Every Japanese kid of a certain age knew that delinquent slur. It would normally belong to some sort of punk...

This punk had the head of a shark, though, and gray arms sticking out from the ripped arms of his shirt. He was slightly taller than both kids. They were tattooed with mermaids in quite sensuous poses, and male dragons in equally sensuous poses. "You got some nerve showin' yer faces, humans. I can't believe we have to see more and more of you, specially during the troubled times of our adolescence! Each and every one of you needs a poundin'!"

The train stopped, and the seats pulled left and right to make some space for the battle.