King stood outside, and while he waited, twirled his chain. Remembering the training he had gotten over the years concerning his fighting style, he visualized someone coming at him, then decided to make it a group of people similar to the last fight he had before coming here. He would proceed to snap his chain to and fro, causing it to make snapping noises as he tossed it all around his waist. He usually kept the chain on his pocket, rarely pulling it out unless things got serious but considering how often things DID get serious for him, it never hurt to stay sharp. He swung it forward, snapping at an imaginary foe directly in front of him then pulled his chain out to the right, slapping one guy where he figured their ribs would be. He didn't just use the chain when he fought, but preferred to toss anything he could get his hands on, like forks, spoons, knives, candy canes, peanut brittle, and even rubber bands. Not that he was a$$ed out if he didn't have anything to throw though, he could still get physical like nobody's business but put something in his hands to throw and he could take things to a whole different level. The chain though, the chain was personal for him, as it was one of two things that he had to remind him of his parents. Mr. Armisen gave this to him, along with the ring when he was about 12, and told him what his parents really did and why he kept putting him through these strange games of "who can tag who with the candy canes" which King tended to lose at (and end up with a bloody cheek) until he was 13. The chain was apparently Mr. Sicarius favorite weapon for a hit, while the ring was something from his mother's side of the family. Holding onto these gave him a connection to his folks he felt, something that would help him stay tied to his roots.