Shentao stepped out of the Squad 11 barracks. "Stupid meatheads..." he muttered. "I'll go back in there when they learn how to control their anger." He held up his wad of cash. "After all, it's their own fault for losing so much at poker." He smirked. "I think I'll hit the bar." he said, turning and walking. As he got closer to the intersection where he would turn, he heard running footsteps. On an instinct, he gripped his sword and crouched into a guard, waiting for whatever was running to pass.