As Adrien walked to Master Fu's a figure stepped in front of him, about 5 metres in front of the blonde man. 

The man stood there, a disagreeable stance, irritation in his anger, a sort of impetuousness. Adrien watched as thin cyan hair moved over the skin. His eyes were on the small side, as if afraid to let the light in; his mouth was small and rigid as if only used for the sort of smiles that mask cruelty, perhaps born of a lifetime of suspicion and the special kind of superiority that radiates contempt. It was one of those mouths that only twitch upward when deception was achieved. He was handsome, in a dark way. If this were 'Transformers,' he'd be one of Megatron's lot for sure. 

"Luka"

"Adrien"

"What brings you here?"

"I could ask you the same" Luka gave a sly smile as he looked Adrien up and down.

"Am I not entitled to walk down the street?"

"I know what you're doing, Adrien. Or should I say, Chat Noir?" Luka laughed at Adrien's shocked expression.

"Wha- But, How?

"Well, I needed to do some research in order to save my Marinette from you"

Adrien's eyes narrowed as the man continued taunting him. He was tall but a pretty face wasn't going to get him out of this.

"What did you say?" Adrien asked, smoothing his trench coat. The man looked unimpressed.

A cruel sneer formed on his smooth face and he leaned forward, eyes bearing straight into Adrien's. "I said, I was saving Marinette from you."

My hands twitched and I could feel a vein pulsing in my forehead. "You wanna bet?"

"Sorry, but I don't fight. Especially-"

"But you'll kill her!" Adrien exclaimed, letting his anger and hatred get the better of him. Adrien closed in the distance between the man and myself. His voice lowered, almost to a whisper. 

"Do you like the scent of peppermint?"

Luka's eyes widened for a second before narrowing in anger.  He clenched his fist and brought it down on where Adrien's stomach would be, but only finding air instead. He glanced to the left in confusion as he caught sight of a black belt dash on top of the roof.

Luka snarled his teeth as he grabbed the brooch from his pocket and put it on his lapel. 

"Nooro, transform me!"

To Be Continued...