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" Wha....HEY! THAT'S MY DRINK!"

Damion's indignant shout was lost in the crowd, but the sudden change in expression was easy enough to read, upper lip curling in a snarl to bare white teeth in her general direction. He had been intending to enjoy that eventually, and there she went just swiping it! Disregard the fact she was probably very very drunk!

And then of course she decided to swan dive down at him, with all the grace of a dying crow, smashing into his stomach, the man's eyes wide with shock. Damion folded over her, bumping into someone with his butt and sending them a** over head to the floor. Damion, despite all his lean muscles and deceptive ways, was still a fairly tall and heavy man, and so it only stood to justice that when the man stood back up to see the dark skinned elemental and the small drinker, He'd think twice before thinking retribution. Two against one was not good odds.

" Miss? No I think you got me dead on." Damion rubbed his stomach where Izzy had hit him, turning to watch the Waitress walk off in a huff, his eyebrows arching. " Five? Izzy, maybe you should take a seat or something." Seeing 5 was never a good sign, and he wasn't sure she should be...well doing much of anything. " What the ******** are you doing here?" He realised that he didn't know much of this girl, at the very least did she live in Lament? It seemed like the kinda of place where she'd come from.

One of the benefits of being an earth attuned individual was that you stood around with an unexplainable sturdiness that would put most streetlights to shame. So in all reality she could have been outside leaning against a poorly carved statue, the smile just abit lopsided, the teeth just barely revealed. Damion was having a very hard time resisting the urge to shrug her off, hands twitching at his sides where they rested.

" Izzy, your breath smells."

Not at all the answer to her question, but an issue he felt he should bring up immediately, given her proximity to his face and thus his nostrils. His relief was complete when she turned to address the spare Waitress they had laying around, thanking whatever diety was watching and likely laughing that they could be purchased in bulk and so cheaply. This one appeared to be a factory recall that had never been sent back.

" Izzy, I think you've had abit too much to drink already, are you trying to die? Because there are faster ways to get there and all."

Damion was a firm beleiver in poisonings, just not necissarily the poisoning of oneself to the point of death. He had some mixtures that would do the job much, much faster than alcohol would after all and would be more than happy to provide them given she didn't operate on herself.

" I'm no doctor though."

He wasn't, so it seemed like a safe thing to say before she got pissy or something. After all, take a dogs bone away from it and you might get bitten or something and he wasn't looking to lose any fingers today. One of those finger ridden hands would lift to rest on her arm though, to support if needed or to yank her away incase violence was intended. Couldn't be too careful.

Tracking the Golems habits had been simple, a tail here and there and enough roof running to turn Damion into a regular parkour champion, but the motives and reasons behind it's duties had perplexed him. Each day it went to a select store and came out with a bag which it then took to a specific house and then brought out yet another bag where the process of drop off and pick up was repeated. He had never tried to acertain what it was that was being delivered but the thought hung in his brain at times, wondering at the things that it could be delivering. He sidestepped a food vendor as the mechanical being crossed the street to a green sign, speeding up abit to close on his target.

Damion was reasonably certain the creature had no knowledge of his tracking but with a lack of body posture and scents so common amongst fleshy beings it was difficult to tell. He was forced only to go off his own conjucture, which began to fall away as their path became increasingly erratic and far outside of the normal paths. They cut down alley ways into some of the filthier streets, Damion required to hop trash and drunks, and into places where light was less than available. His animalistic senses began to creep in, telling him something was wrong, that something was amiss, and his higher brain silenced them less and less. But this was his chance, Damion told himself, and he couldn't pass it up on the vague feeling that something was amiss.

As their surroundings become slowly worse and more ghetto-esque, the hunter began to close the distance and let his trump card slip out of the oversized jacket he wore. A single bolt slid down into his hand like a gamblers trick as it's tip extended just abit past his clenched fingers. The rounded head was dark with the coagulated acids of a swamp troll, their peculiar ability to eat just about anything making the acids ideal for armor peircing archaic weaponry. The Hydra was forced to fall back on less magical practices for this hunt and he met them with vigor. His steps lengthened and soon he could smell the oils that kept the creatures arms swinging smoothly, hear the click clank of gears inside of it's joints and the sound its feet made when they hit the ground.

He waited abit longer before making his move, letting the faulty street lights that cast their shadows long pass twice before moving, and took his final step in while swinging his arm around. Flesh it hardened metal to no effect but a soft noise not unlike a bit of water on a pan let Damion know his attack had been succesful moments before a heavy iron arm smashed into his ribs. Triumphant green eyes closed shut slightly in sudden pain as he was thrown into the street to tumble into the far gutter, his ribs a veritable firestorm of pain where they had broken, blood running from a cut on his forehead blinding his left eye as he tried to rise up on his arms. His vision flickered but was well enough to see the bronze and copper golem turn completely to face him with the bolt sticking from its face, the metal there already sagging and running as the acids ate its way across the metal surface, racing for the rune branded into its forhead.

It's inhuman eyes glowed green as it marched towards him with bag in hand and fist upraised to smash, each movement slow and purposeful, a robot in form and function. He felt no dread at that slow march and forced himself up onto his feet in a slow movement as it began to swing. His body eased back with a hiss of pain as the cannonball of a fist came smashing down to hit nothing but the air where he had been moments before. He heard the air hiss as they crafted hand swung past, struggling to react with another bolt to the metal creatures shoulder. Runnels of liquid metal ran free from the creatures face and with a has clank its jaw fell free and a curious fluid began to leak free from the wound. Bright green and hot even from where Damion stood, it ran sluggish down the copper neck until he stepped in and crushed his mouth into a macabre kiss, his lips and throat on fire with the hot liquid. His hands gripped tight onto the arms, keeping them from closing around him too early.

A low keening began in his ears as the acids finally reached up to the brand and the elementals connection to this plane of existance began to weaken. His questing fingers slid and gripped and yanked away at peices of metal that no longer fit properly as the creature died slowly, using his own power to free the chestpiece and reveal the only organ inside the elementals chest. It beat there, dark and red like dried lava, cracks running its length revealing the hot red innards to the world as Damion closed bare hands over it. His head yanked back as the pain hit, his skin burning around the fleshlike stone as his fury born strength struggled to pull it free. Metal hands waved in the air fruitlessly as the body fell back towards the ground, light and life leaving it as the hunter stood in triumph and pain, his teeth biting in before rational thought could resume.

It burned worse than anything Damion had ever thought possible, a feeling like his flesh was boiling accompanying each ragged bite. The texture was like biting a soft rock and for amoment he was repelled by the very feeling with only effort of will forcing him to take bite after bite of the Elementals Heart there in that empty street. Light flicked on and off around him and he appeared as a madman and a cannibal, his hands dripping with greenish blood, his mouth stained with the vital fluids of the creature at his feet as new power flowed through his body. He knew the feeling, knew the energy in his veins like an old friend, multiplied by the thrill of victory, the end of a good hunt and a successful kill. He swayed in place for amoment before beginning to hurry away into the darkness, losing himself amongst the tall buildings and structures of the city, leaving the corpse-body of the Elemental behind him.