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Angel cracked her neck, then rolled her head in Aliator's direction. Her eyes soaked in his own for a moment before she gave Carus the treatment. Until then she hadn't paid attention to anyone there. She shook her head in response to the men's comments followed by a raspy voice.

"This isn't a fight....if it was it's my right to fight where I want in MY bar."

The switchblade disappeared into her bosom for the time being. She stretched her arms out, lacing her fingers, popping them, palms out. Upon releasing them she braced her fingers against the palm of the opposite hand pressing against the palm while forcing her arm straight. A sigh of relief as her elbow popped, she followed suit with the other arm.

"It's not a beat down either."

She braced backwards bridging her back, popping her spine. In a flash the man cried out. Blood soaked the dirty white wife beater he wore. Angel was seated across the room before he knew what happened.

"It's a reckoning"

Her eyes shimmered as her fangs grew a bit.

"And I am telling you to but out."

Angel wasn't in the mood to deal with a guiding voice. All restraints were freed from her when the golden hair warrior she had placed her trust in abandoned her. She stopped caring about what people thought when the children were taken to the King in the far away land of Amber. The one she confided in was as deep into her new obsession as she was and had been for years before she was born to this world and he even gave her room to work.

((Sorry, missed that Zivie))

"Trust me when I say...you don't want to know."

She readjusted her ponytail as she relaxed back in the chair watching the bleeding, whimpering man.

* Ali finally stepped back out from the shadows he had lingered inside, holding his usual smirk placed upon his lips. Crossing his arms infront of his chest, Ali watched her intently before he spoke again.* You should know that I'm horrible at butting out of things.

Alanna watched at the arrival of Yawgmoth. She had not seen him since her return here, and as he mocked Angel and Crows absences, she thought the same of Yawg. He was becoming a myth from his own absence. Silently, she slipped out of her chair and walked along the bars side until she could fit in through the counter entrance. She walked behind the bar and found her stool, sitting quantly and resting her arms down and chin on her arms. Continouing to watch the growing quarrels. She was clueless to everything recently. "What is going on...", she mumbled confused to herelf.

Alanna perked her head up looking at Ziven. She stretched out her arms flailing her writsts around, with her head now down on the counter. She yelled in a whisper to Ziven, "Ziveeeeeeeen" She grinned trying to usher her over.

Azuris walks down stairs, his face is one of someone who woke up not too long ago, and upon seeing the scene, seems to wake up considerably. He skirts the group, seeming wary of them and any violence they might hold, and quietly slinks out the front door if allowed.