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Blue eyes looked up from the words they were reading upon hearing noise. Soon she was aware of Kain's presence, but was confused by his actions. Rising from her seat, her book disappeared and she neared Kain and bobbed her head. "Good evening Kain. Searching for something?"

"Oh, that is good." she said softly, watching him continue to move. When he indicated that he was leaving, she was rather surprised that he would be leaving so soon and so suddenly. With a small pop she followed him in to the rafters, reaching her hand toward him for a moment before thinking better of it. Still, she had to know. "Kain, please wait .. Is Reeve going to be alright?" she asked softly, hoping he would stick around to answer.

Yawgmoth's eyebrows arched watching her kick the support beam in. Where in the hell did she get that kind of strength? He did not detect it from her at all, nor did it appear she had the muscle strength pull off such a feat. She must've been enhancing her blows with mana Yawgmoth thought. Shrugging unimpressed he snickered at her first words and was about to say something until she asked him something else. He decided it best to answer both at once. "Oh really now, and who should he be scolding? Reeve? Us? Please. You really do know nothing of men." He said with a shake of his head tossing his fire red hair about. "We are drinking Aliator's whiskey right now and we could care less if you joined us or sat around being angry. It makes no difference. So suit yourself." Yawgmoth said as his tail shifted the barstool next to him outward, extended it to her almost. To leave it up to her if she wanted to grump about or sit down and drink.

Yawgmoth chuckled lightly. "You know girl you've got quite a lot of nerve talking to us like that. But no matter. If you want to know why Reeve runs away instead of talking to you, why don't you ask him. We meant real men. Real men stay and face their problems instead of running cowardly away from it. We tell Crow everything that goes on while we are not with her, and she does the same for us. It is what you call an honest relationship. Even if we are both inherently evil, we are least honest with one another. It is what binds us together forever." Yawgmoth explained pouring her a glass despite her smarting off. Yawgmoth was just glad to have an opponent set up now, he couldn't care less what insults the girl threw out. He would just laugh. After all they were only words, what he would do to her 'man' would prove far more devastating than what words she could use. "So you see, our observations of Reeve lead us to believe he is hiding something from you. Something he believes will drive you away. Whenever this something occurs to starts to build in his head, he runs, and when he returns, he blames the act upon some other force of the universe. This is why you two are destined to fail as a couple before it even begins." Yawgmoth said knocking back another glass. His tail swishing behind him rapidly. As if he were a dog and his owner had just come home or something. He was happy, a twisted kind of joy, but a joy all the same. He didn't think he'd be able to sleep knowing the violence of battle was just on the horizon. "We know women, better than we let off you see. When we want to be, we can be quite the gentlemen. We have manners, we have etiquette, we just...choose not to use them. When you are at the top of the ladder, you don't need to be formal to anyone, so why bother? And don't say because it's the right thing to do, or because it's "polite or nice" if you haven't already guessed, polite and nice aren't our personality. But the point is" Yawgmoth said turning to face her more so than just sipping whiskey at the bar. "He obviously knows how it affects you and yet choose to do so anyway. Why? Because he has something even worse he's hiding. This is, at least, our guess." Yawgmoth shrugged.

Yawgmoth's eyes arched in wonder again. First the beam now the glass? Was she bodybuilding in her spare time or something? He would ask. "Some say, there is no beauty in destruction" Yawgmoth smirked. "Know what? They're dead." He said with another snicker before pouring another glass. "One thing is bothering us, perhaps you will answer. From where do you draw the power to crack beams and shatter glasses without the aid of magic. Or perhaps, you are using magic, but in a way to augment your physical strength? How are you doing these things. You are..what's the word. Feeble? Lacking in pronounced muscle tone?" Unable to think of the appropriate word Yawgmoth pointed to his arm and flexed his huge arm causing the muscles to expand to quite a display. "You don't have this. Lack of this expansion power. We forget the word but you know what we mean. You have no muscles that form to show physical prowess, yet you are able to do these things. How?"