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Adrian looked at the Whiskey in disgust, his Barman instincts kicking in. "Tha cannae be more than a simple small company made brand, yae either use the big companies or make yer own you wee Fox W*nker" He took out a silver and blue flask from his pocket, and took a large drink. "Nae, this is Alcohol, premium Scotch" He finished it, and put the flask back in his pocket. "Nae, why the heel would I step outside? I have a broken nose, a bullet in my foot, and three bullets which were only recently in my gut, but have nae been removed." He winked, a huge grin appearing on his face. "It isnae fair to you, ye wee pipsqueek"

"You don't know the half of it..." Markus said gloomily through Adrian's mouth, "But it looks like you didn't manage to get a prize either" Markus mocked, feeling defensive for his distant relative. Adrian stood up to his full height, a few inches above Hail. "Who're ye calling a pipsqueek!?" He walked forward, his face hardened in anger, "You bet your snow white arse we're gonna fight!"

Adrian moved his hands quickly, catching the claws, and managing to lean back far enough so that the Sword just grazed him. He brought up his foot in the direction of Hail's gut, and headbutted forward, determined to break his nose, or at least render him disorientated.

The nail plunged deep into the wound, pain erupting up through his body, his face became pale, he started sweating, the nail plunging deeper, until it stopped, half an inch from his stomach. He coughed, blood splattering onto Hail's face, his eyes clenching with pain and his every pore erupting like a volcano. He looked up, a sick and twisted grin on his face, his hair now strewn across his eyes, hiding them. "My friend, pain is just the bodies' way of reacting to injury, the nerves cause it. But when you've been around as long as I have, you learn to stifle pain, and go for the main goal." The voice was the smoothe and slightly malevolent explanation of Markus, with the menace of Adrian. The Tear of Ice around Adrian's neck started to glow as he gathered Markus' strength and merged it to his own, Adrian smiled pleasantly, and withdrew one of his Blades, he snapped it from his arm, a new one taking its place. He tossed it from hand to hand, and then threw it straight at Hails' shoulder, his smile remaining.

A knock came to the door of Pummel’s apartment. The knock came from a man standing six feet tall, and his strength was noticed in his knock. It was Alasdair who knocked on the door. He knew Adrian was on the other side. Alasdair was waiting with his weapons holstered and a bulletproof trench coat.

He was hearing a fight inside the room, his violet eyes scanning the area to be ready for anything.

Hail hit the floor with so much power it actually when straight through it. Hail was now loosing to much blood. He jumped back up to the apartment and then his legs gave way. His arm now broken and his blood loss like a river of red wine he fell to the floor the blood pouring down the gap in the floor.
A small tune ran round Hail's mind like a music box. Hail dozed off into unconsciousness and he lay there.

Adrian grinned, his teeth once again Tainted with his Blood, he was getting tired of that, he had to invest in a toothbrush. He yawned, the pain in his stomach now escalating to almost exquisite agony, the blood had stopped bothering running, and just massed around the wound. "Weel, apar' from the fact that me internal organs are currently in the state o' damp Crackers, then sure." Weel, this wa' a fiasco and no mistake, good job that the room below us is inhabited by.." He looked down the crater, his lips furling into a nervous grin. "A lovely old people, hello folks!" He said non-chalantly, deliberately shrugging off the massive hole in the floor and the substantial amount of blood. "It was, erm... a blimp."