And as soon as the bottle shattered, Lion-O drew out the Sword of Omens and slid on the Claw Shield. "Someone should teach them some manners." He growled, seeing a mob once again grow around them. The Thunderian ran ahead knocking several people out with the gold-plated claw. Were these people any different than the criminals he was fighting before on the streets of the city? Lion-O now knew they weren't.