Galen woke to the distant sound of fighting. The boom of airbending, the roar of fire, the shatter of ice. However, as he looked out his bedroom window on the second story of his home, he saw no smoke. Perhaps it was simply a minor fight somewhere near. But here in the Middle Ring? It was quite odd to hear of public fights, especially ones involving firebending. Galen new only three firebenders, with himself being one. He had to see what was happening. Dressing into his uniform of medium grey, he bent his equipment towards him, his cable reels, armor plating, and radio clicking into place with a glint of polished steel. Stepping out onto his balcony, he unfurled his wings with an accompanying sound of steel-on-steel, and flew towards the sounds of discord, which had suddenyl ended. He contacted the nearest police force to request some enforcers be on standby, just in case something went wrong.