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Mitsuki smiled coldly, she ignored the pain in her hand from his gauntlet's claws digging into it, "As you wish." she said in a dry mock cheerful voice, and smiled. She pulled her hand away and let the dagger slip from her grasp, and caught it with her other hand. She quickly threw the dagger at the the drow's unprotected hand that was on the table. It sliced through his skin and pinned his hand down to the table, going in through the dorsal side and coming out the palm and into the table. "I don't know what hole you crawled out of, but I've already told you once. I'm not a faerie. I'm a half elf, and I have no clue what type of 'kind' your referring to." she hissed at him. She drew the dagger out from his hand and held it as if ready to throw it at any moment. "Now, are you going to order something off of the menu or are you going to leave?" Her gaze was level with the drow as she said this in a cold voice, and her gaze was a chilling cold as well.

Mitsuki felt Heyen's hand on her wrist and let out a deep breath. She'd let her anger get a hold of her again. She dropped the dagger onto the table and looked down a bit ashamed. She'd worked so hard keeping it in check, but being called a faerie so derogatorily just brought so many bad memories and feelings back. "I'm glad Misora left with Nate, I would of hated to see what she would of done if she saw me. Or what he would of done if he saw her..." she thought to herself now relieved and thankful for Nate coming. She listened absentmindedly to Heyen as he addressed the drow. All her anger was gone now, and a hollow sadness and shame replaced it. How could she be so irresponsible when she had Misora to care for? She squezed her injured hand, it had began to sting more.

Mitsuki heard the drow speak again though some of the words she didn't understand. "kitrye darthirii? Rothen? What does he mean. What does kitrye darthirii mean? Is it an insult or just another word for half elf? And taking Rothen, i heard that the women rule cruely down there does he mean slave? Hes my boss!" She thought hasity, before she knew it she was on the table with a dagger in her side.

Her eyes widened with pain, "Dammit! I didn't go to military school to be bested by some psychotic drow!" She screamed in her head. She moved her legs and kicked him down there as hard as she could, and she has a very strong kick. Then she tried to push the drow off of her neck, ignoring the searing pain in her arm now, and the imense pain of the dagger in her side. A stain of red had already appeared on her green dress and was only growing. "I am nothing like the drow from where you are from. I'm not sure what Rothen means but I'm guessing slave. Heyen is my friend and boss, not a slave. Now get off of me and leave this tavern!" she yelled the last three words in a rage and pushed him off of her and back. She spun and kicked his head from the side, but then stumbled and kneeled down regaining her balance. The blood loss was getting to her. She took deep breaths and stood up with the help of the table. She hoped Heyen would throw him out soon, she didn't know how long she'd last.

Drathir Lac'nala
Those most powerful in my city,
Spend their days watching over their shoulders.

“Well, this was fun children.” He spoke, his smile never leaving his face. “But, I believe I shall depart.” With a snap of his ebony fingers, even though he didn't truly need to snap his fingers to make it happen he simply had to will it to happen and it did. Time began to slow, not until it was completely stopped, that would be a crime against nature. Though in truth, the Drow did not care if he committed a crime be it a crime against nature or any crime for that matter.

With the fact he knew the extent of his powers the Drow knew he would not be slowed by the skill he had just used. To all objects surrounding him, which included everything in the tavern, it appeared to be like a slow motion movie. But, for him, time was moving its normal speed. Snapping his longsword from the sheath he slapped the knife aimed towards his head around before leaping into the air in a sort of back-flip to avoid the one aimed at his knees causing it to fly harmlessly into the door. With that done he made his way towards one of the windows and smashed through it.

Landing on the ground outside, he came up in a roll, already on his feet and running. After he knew he was a safe distance away from the Tavern – a few buildings down to be exact – he released his hold on time allowing it to come back just as quickly as it had left. If anything the people would be woozy after what had happened. Thankfully, with the wooziness and the time distortion it allowed him to get away remotely unscratched. With a groan his non-gauntlet hand reached down and cupped his family jewels. “She'll pay for that...” He muttered to himself as he headed, limping as he did, towards the park.

"..Where'd he go?" Heyen asked, still alert but lost. He had seen a spark in the air. One dagger was buried hilt-deep on the tavern's door frame; the other nowhere to be seen. Off to the right side of the door was a broken window that a mislead dagger could not have caused on its own. Did the Drow escape? Elves were agile but not this fast.

The patrons murmured amongst each other, but not loud enough for Heyen to understand with his current level of confusion. There was no blood, other than Mitsuki's on the floor. Even as she spoke to him he looked around, briefly ignoring her.

He must be gone..I can't even feel his presence in here. With bent frustration he huffed furiously, spreading his arms and letting the six remaining daggers fly out of his fingers penetrate his own walls just as deep as the missed one hand. "I'm coming, Love.." Heyen finally responded.



"..What broke?" Dark asked, mainly to himself than the flying Inukai not too far behind him. He swerved down towards Northwest Sanctum, becoming a shadowy silhouette riding a miniature dragon.

He hovered over the Dragon's Nest, spotting a single cloaked individual leave the tavern and head into the streets. "Hey.." Dark called out to the robed being, descending sideways a small distance in front of it. "Can you tell me what happened?"

The man spoke, but everything was slurred and incohorent. By the sound of his voice it was probably an elderly man. Dark sighed, "Old man.. you should.." The thumping sounds within the tavern kept him from finishing. Dark stepped off his board and walked past the elderly individual and stepped into the tavern. What he saw was an over-turned table and a couple of knocked down chairs. Blood was on the floor. "..Can I ask what happened?"

Dark asked, turning to see one of the windows shattered. Looking down at the shards he could only assume that broke out of the tavern.

Heyen was barely making his way back to Mitsuki with a medical kit that he always had beneath the display of wine. "Just a little quarrel.." Heyen replied, moving one of Mitsuki's hands aside. "The wound's deep. I can't treat it properly unless if you undress. Lets move to the back rooms.." The Incubus suggested, looking at Mitsuki. His face was far more serious than it always was, less lecherous and more trustworthy. "Unless you want to do it yourself, I won't stop you. But you're going to need stitches. I know you regenerate faster but it's only for safety.."

"A Drow?" Dark repeated the name. "Huh. Don't see many of those often. I know he isn't from here.." And I doubt he came from a Hell Gate. But it is a possibility.. "Alright. Thanks Mitsuki; I'll be leaving you two alone. I'll see what I can do about the Drow.."

Mayor..

He moved rather quickly, almost instantaneous. But he's heading towards the park.

"What will you do?" Heyen asked, guiding Mitsuki to the back rooms

"Uhm.." Dark droned lamely, scratching his chin in heavy thought. "I don't know really.." He finally replied, pulling out the feet deep daggers out of the tavern walls. Heyen may not have true offensive specialties but he did have strength and speed to hold his own. He wondered how the Drow brought a fight here. Seeing Mitsuki's condition the only thing he could assume was she was a stimuli. Or something like that.. "If I have to I might kill him. Can't have someone like him running about."

Heyen stared, but only nodded. The Drow had hurt Mitsuki, and though he had no romantic involvement with her he was mad at the Drow for that. But his anger would have to wait; she needed to be treated. With one hand holding her to him for guidance he guided her to one of the rooms in the back, pinning the kit beneath an arm.

"Sit there." Heyen ordered lightly, pointing to a rather messy bed that needed work. The room smelled more of liquor than it did outside, and of little vomit. He would be sure to clean all rooms tonight.

"Inukia..you coming?" Dark asked, wondering if the creature had followed him in. He hadn't heard any murmurs or gasp from the patrons yet, so he could only assume that he hadn't entered yet.

Inukai had waited outside, from what he'd seen the people inside were already agitated and so he'd figured it was best, not wanting to cause any disturbance if he wasn't physically needed. So he'd been watching through a window, his blue eyes were the only part of him that was really visible.
'..this one will follow you..' Inukai said, his voice was still clear even though a wall was between them, '..this one will wait in the air for Dark..'
After he said that he jumped and lightly clawed his way to the roof and perched like a statue as he waited for Dark.

When Dark was saying where they were headed next and switching what he was calling Inukai, the demon tilted his head in a slightly confused manner. As soon as Dark was in the sky the demon glided along after, then kept up with Dark as he flew faster.
Inukai had missed flying..he'd usually stayed in his puppy form so he was bound to the ground or trees, flying after Dark like this was heavenly to him.. he'd fight anything just to be able to stay in a home and fly freely like this.
He got his thoughts back in order as he followed Dark toward the park.