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Oh just the fact that I'll probably have to hold Yawg at bay if he gets even more agitated* Ali raised his head a little and let the chain around his left arms loosed itself up a bit, just in case.*

Yawgmoth's crimson eyes turned to Aliator for a moment "Stay out of this Ali, it isn't any of your business." Yawgmoth finished finally having had it with Ziven and her bold words. He had threatened her for long enough and now it was time to carry through. Returning his gaze to her he sighed. "You still don't get it. We're telling you to shut up. It seems you're ignoring that so guess what. We'll play a little game with you instead. It's called catch. Ready? Catch!" he finished with a shout. The last word make the large purple sphere that had gathered into Yawgmoth's palm fire off launching itself at the girl. Yawgmoth did not intend to intentionally miss her as if he often did to others in the bar as a 'warning shot' it was meant to impact and meant to do to her body what it had done to the wall when he fired one at the bird.

Yawgmoth's body vanished for a moment. The sudden sound of the floorboards cracking. The short distance it would take for him to reach Ziven in such a confined space as the main room would make it seem like he had teleported or some such method of non-running movement when in fact he had just ran really really fast. His fist raised into the air Yawgmoth slammed it down upon her only to have it smash into her barrier doing her no harm. This agitated Yawgmoth but he figured the shot, the smashing his fist against it and the cold hard stare he gave her now that he was close enough to lock his gaze with hers would be message enough that he did not intend to play games tonight. He said nothing to her either and instead snarled showing one side of his teeth at her in a 'stay away' kind of manner before he jumped back up into the raftors above and seemed to vanish into the darkness. The only traces left of him were the pair of crimson orbs that stayed hovering above. Watching her. Stalking her.

Dax entered the bar, looking slighty bored, but otherwise content.
Walking past the bar he snagged a bottle of water, then headed over to his normal seat, near the back of the room, and sat down.
Stretching slightly as the bones in his back creeked and cracked he let out a small yawn.
After a few moments, he reached to the rear of his belt and pulled out his dual pistols, "Wrath" and "Desolace". They were modified Desert Eagle type pistols. The barrels of the pistols were extended to give more 'power' to the explosive tipped rounds, the feedings ramp's were polished to a mirror sheen along with a reienforced slide. The saftly switch is extended, makeing it much more comfortable on the fingers, the triggers were replaced with a Long Type trigger with added grooves for grip. Also, barely noticable going along each barrel was a runic inscription is his Native Tounge. No noe really knows what the inscription reads, or if it has any real use.... Well, no one except for Dax anyways.
Quietly he began taking hte pistols apart, cleaning the vaious parts and polishing them, meaning while humming as he thought back to the battles he's had with them, and the terror seen in people's eyes as their 'team mates' were blown apart by simple looking pistols

As he finished putting the pistols back together, he grinned and slid them back onto the rear of his belt, then turned his gaze over to Ali, his deep purple eyes peering out over his sunglasses Indeed I do... SO I guess you should put your fire arms away and move on to something else eh? Dax chuckled lightly to himself, he honestly couldn't care less what Ali said.

Oh-ho?...the dog barks, I wonder if he'll bite aswell. Or...nah, You're in Angels party. Her bitches only bark but never bites. * Ali continued to watch him with a slight smirk, Dax. What could be said about him....well he mostly ignored whenever someone spoke something he didn't like, guess it ran in the family. Cowardice or simply false confience.* I bet you don't even know the very basic abillity a gunslinger learns, so....pipe down child and be careful not to shoot yourself in the a** when you holster those things.

* Ali snickered abit because of Dax's choice of words, perfect. Just what he wanted, a chance too se if Dax had the means to call himself a gunslinger. In a somewhat casual manner, Ali reached behind his back and drew one of his pistol. Aiming it at Dax.* Alright big shot, let's see if you can call yourself a gunslinger. Either here or somewhere else, You down?

* Ali simply starred at him as everything around him began o slow down, eventually coming to a hault. Ali's timestop ability. With a slight shrug Ali simply rose up from his seat and walked over and behind Dax, crouching down while he drew his second pistol and aimed them both in a direct ling behind Dax's legs that if he pulled the triggers, the bullets would fly through and shatter the kneecaps. Causing Dax to fall and not be able to stand on his legs. This he did as time slowly returned back to normal and for Dax, Ali had simply vanished plain out of sight. This wasn't a gunslinger ability, the closest you had was the abillity to watch projectiles move in slow motion. As soon as time returned, Ali fired both his pistols.*

((Brb in an hour or so, have to head home))