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He chucked his halberd down towards the large casino building like Zeus might a lightning bolt, driving it deep into the roof of the structure.

Here we go...

He reach, with both hands, for the main buckle keeping the parachute on his back and released it, throwing the mechanism off his body. A good fall later he hit the building, breaking immediately into a roll to get rid of the rest of his momentum.

He stood, unzipping the dark green jumpsuit, and headed for his weapon, sticking out of the rooftop not far away.

At this moment Allen's cell phone went off. If it had caller ID the display would read "Degs".


"Hey, I lost you in the confusion! Where the hell have you gotten to?"

"You see fit to raise your eyes to me, and claim to have no quarrel? What disrespect."

The echoing of his voice- not because it was loud, but because it sounded like lots of people were speaking at the same time- became more prominent. "Who do you think you are? If you want to pass, then you're more than welcome to tuck tail and roll over. Otherwise, I expect you to follow up on the challenge."

The crowd of people watching was still small, but would continue to grow as this interaction went on. "Or what is it... is renigging the way you do things? Shameful..."

He kicked off the jumpsuit and tossed the goggles and helmet away, revealing a man dressed in jeans and a black, hooded sweatshirt and sneakers. It was what he'd been dressed in while lounging around at the Epsilon building- that's how fast Joe had sent him on his way. He'd normally have at least grabbed his jacket and some smokes.

After yanking his halberd free of the roof, he closed his eyes for a moment to look for his friends. Conveniently enough, Al was very close by- so was Degs.

And Stryphe was on the move.

Allen looked around desparately for something to use as a landmark beyond the...hotel they had been planning on entering. And, soon, his eyes landed on the fight. As much as he didn't trust his eyes.

"There seems to be a...fight between two different hair products going on, as strange as that may sound. I'm near there."

His eyes widened. "And then she mocks me?" His mouth remained open.

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They stood back to back to back to back.

"This isn't going to work."
"You're free to exit at any time."
"Forgive me, but I'm not doing that."
"Then please, stop pushing me. I don't need your interference."
"This is pointless! The condition doesn't need to be irritated like this! The crowd is doing this to us... the sights and sounds..."
"You're actually complaning?"
"I need to leave. Now."
"Take her on the offer. Who knows the next--"
"a*****e."

The silent two sighed.
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A hand rose to his head, the one that had swatted at them. Through a loud growl and gritted teeth, he spoke. "Go.... now."

Stryphe was now crouched atop the very friendly looking hotel that Al and his familiar looking lady friend had been heading for. He smirked, his eyes peeking down below, his halberd laying at his feet, parallel to the front edge of the rooftop.

"Al's changed quite a bit, never thought I'd see him bringing anyone to a place like this."

And now Degs was on the scene- which was perfect. He'd been sent, quite willingly, to assist Degobah. Mostly because Joseph just needed Stryphe to stop "freeloading" in the Epsilon building. There were some odd things going on, for sure. When wasn't there? His main concern was with his friends though- Al was injured.

"And Al isn't bleeding unless something serious is going down..."

Allen tried to take a step forward to calm Degs, but was hit with a sudden wave of dizziness. One that made him shift forward, and then fall back onto his a**, blinking around all confused like. He'd never fallen line that before. It was something that should have been expected, though, considering he was still leaking blood.

Allen was starting to feel the effects of the blood loss, and the bleeding hadn't stopped yet, thanks to the man bumping into him.

"I...think I need to rest some..."