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Malazar groans heavily and stands shakily. His legs look like they're about to give out on him and all his motions are jerky, almost as if he's being pulled by puppet strings. His face is slack, even as his hand spasms up to it and paws the surface.

Like a snake Malazar's hand strikes out, slapping Clare's hand away violently. His motions, and twitches, slow down and smooth out. He pants heavily and laughs unsteadily.

"iT, woRks... AH HA HA! IT WOrKS!!!"

Malazar grins hugely, revealing way too many teeth and almost hurting his face.

"LoOk AT tHIs! I aM heRE! HA HA!"

The man jerks violently, blood spraying from his neck. With a roar he whirls on K, a fist already firing like a cannon at the boy's face.

K didn't see the fist fly up in time to block it, and he got it straight across the jaw. He realed back a bit, and spit out some blood. It took him a ********!" It wasn't like him to curse, but then again, it wasn't like him to be getting punched in the face. He lunged back at Malazar, his hands aiming for his wrists. Perhaps if he was restrained.

*Grunting, then groaning Clare, released the grip she had taken on the jumble of limbs, the air in her chest escaping all at once. One of the randomly aimed hits having hit her square in the chest. Having the air knocked out you, was an understatement. Cradling her soon to be upper body, she tried to roll out of Malazer's reach. For some reason, a simple skirt, and fitted white blouse didn't provide adequate defense in a wrestling match.* "Ugh!"

You know know if its the fact that his hands are now free, or simply a hardwired reaction to a weapon being drawn. The man comes out of the pile in a crouch as his hands dart into his coat and come out with a automatic handgun and an Uzi. Both look moded slightly, but the fact that they're pointing at Clare and K both are probably more of a concern.

"Bad MoVe juniOr. The old Dog traIns himself well. LiKE I caRE if he dieS. My miSSion wiLl be done and you both will be dead."

As he speaks, the man seems to gain a better control over his tongue. His speech becomes smoother through use and a slight New York accent breaks through.

"I'll kill you both, right here, right NOW!"

The man in Malazar's body opens fire on both of the other patrons.

And fades as the Brink yanks him away. The bullets pass spectrally through the air, harming no one.

(Hm, dunno whether to be irritated that I have to stop the RP, or overjoyed because the Pre-Release is tomorrow... Meh, mid-way between works. Sorry for the exit.)

As soon as K's back hits the ground, it's back up. He darts his right hand striaght out, passed Clare's body, pointing the gun back at Malazar was. He hesitates a second, and sees that Malazar is no longer there. To which he reacts quite simply. Allowing his back to fall to the floor again. He heaves a relieved breathe, and doesn't seem to be in any hurry to move Clare.

Instead, he gives himself a moment before looking up at her. "Hey, are you alright?"

He too started to get up off the floor. He shoved the gun back into his pocket as quickly as he could, before it got any mention. Then he rubbed his jaw, and used his tough to feel around the inside of his mouth.

"Nothing terminal. Now, I've met that man before, Malazar, and something tells me he was not himself."