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For the second time in as many minutes, Schraeder stood and dusted himself off.

"I think I see where this is going," Schraeder said, "and at the risk of sounding a bit rude, I think I'll opt out of either side until I know more clearly what's going on. I'd hate to accidentally throw in with you, only to find that we're to be defeated, or you're a bad guy. You understand."

With that, Schraeder went to the bar and poured himself more Scotch, watching the fight as it unfolded.

The man stared past Adela at Schraeder. "With what he said, you'll find out precisely why I say he's evil," the man told her. A shadow appeared at his feet. It was not a natural shadow. It blossomed, exploded upwards - a hilt appeared first, then a handle, then a blade, and soon standing on its tip before him was a brilliant, gleaming blade. It seemed to shift in color based on how the light reflected off of it.

"Please stand back, this is going to get nasty," he told Adela, grabbing the sword and taking a few steps forward. She noticed he didn't have any shoes on, just bandages. Odd.

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"Actually," Schraeder shot back, "I did not. I was merely speculating on possibilities." He took another calm sip.

The bartender was long gone; there was no one to stop them.

Someone else joined the fray. A man burst up from within the ground; his clothing was more similar to the Thief's undershirt, his pants loose and denim as Lizzie's. In one hand he was holding what appeared to be a mace made of solid stone; on the other was affixed a solid rock, apparently functioning as a shield. Even his hands were covered in rock, somehow flexible. His hair was pure white and tousled; his expression was of one who had just woken up. He seemed to leap from the exploding ground, and proceeded to attempt clobber The Thief over the head. It didn't work; he was blocked by the knife. It was impossible to say how the knife held. It did, however, give Very Serious Man a chance to strike out with his blade, and The Thief jumped straight up into the air in order to avoid their attacks.

From somewhere else, Mike Felt was arriving; he was crouching behind the bar now, apparently returned from the fireworks show.

"Good god!" he cried to Adela and Schraeder. "Get back here, it's not safe up there! Aw, my family's in the house!" he shouted with sudden realization. "Guys, you gotta help me!" It became apparent that the house next door had lit Mike's house on fire. Immediate action was going to be required.

Adela sighed. "Even if it is a dream, I don't want the dream versions of the Felt family to die." Before running after Schraeder, she got behind the bar and dumped water on top of herself. Good thing I'm not wearing a white shirt, eh? "I don't want to be dream burnt." After completely soaked with water, she ran to the burning building and entered it with the intention of finding the family.

"You check down here," Schraeder said to Adela. He headed up the stairs, calling out as he went.

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Lisha watched all of this happen silently. How weird....But its cool. At least I'm not bored. Closing her eyes for a moment, Lisha reopened them. Oh. I should go help. Running after them, she had a weird, and probably not true, feeling that the Felts weren't in there. But of course they were.
Glancing back, she wondered if she should try to stop the fighting. Maybe later. She was just a weak human right now. And always would be. Sighing, she didn't give a backward glance.