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"Funny you should mention that." Dash says, straightening his posture now that he's able to stand up, fully. "I'm also interested in info on this tournament. I haven't had a worthy sucker to beat on in ages! In fact, I was tempted to pound on miss Diana here for ruining my lunch!" Dash crosses his arms and shoots a cold glance in Diana's direction. "She lucked out, for now."

Dash steps aside after recieving the punch to the leg. His focus now returns to this Diana person. "I was going to let you off with a warning, but since you took it upon yourself to not only come crashing into me, but strike me as well! Which, by the way, was somewhat painful..." Dash rubs his leg briefly. "I have no other choice but to assume that you, in fact, desire a beatdown." Dash smirks and clenches his hands into tight fists. "Of course, you can avoid the humiliation and just apologize.

"I suppose we'll see when we get to that juncture, now won't we?" Again, the carefree smile as he cut into the steak, slicing another decently sized chunk out. The meat appeared just a tad bit on the raw side, as a bit of blood would gush out.

However, Sierra's food was perfectly fine, cooked to quite high culinary standards.

"By the way, this carrot..." Victor pointed to his plate, looking up at Fiole.

"Eating only part of your food is bad for you." She sternly said, not leaving any room for protest.

"Awwww, you're mean...there's too many." He said through a full mouth, stabbing two of the carrot peices with his fork.

Fiole tilted her head to the side momentarily. "Pardon me." She spoke softly as she placed a hand on Sierra's shoulder, and then leaned in heavily, pushing her and the chair several feet back, while she clung.

Victor stared on in surprise, as the table suddenly cleaved in half, a giant serated "saw" blade embedding itself into the floor and sending everything flying.

"Oh crap."

Victor still held aloft the fork with carrots.

"The dessert is a mess now...Fiole's pudding is delicious....Doing violent knocks isn't well-mannered, you know?"

A large taloned foot came to rest atop the sands, looming shadows taking their places all around the veranda.

"Right? Well, welcome aboard fellow guests." Victor said with a wave of his fork hand.

Standing upon the beach were a good number of what appeared to be demons, all surrounding one particularly large brute, apparently the leader. He wa sa hulking mass of muscle and horns, his wings no bigger than his talons.

Where's Victor?! The "Sinner"! The brute growled out, his jaws packing as many teeth as physically possible. I've come to crush the b*****d that meddles with our kind!

All around the leader, the various smaller demons began chittering and chanting as well.

Victor!!

Victor!

Betrayer Victor!!

Rebellious Victor!

Die!

Victor!!

Die!

Die!!

Again? ....They sure have been coming a lot more lately....ever since I came to Latent. Henry...did you...?

"Please leave." Fiole stepped forward, placing herself between Victor, Sierra and the demons. "My Master is busdy entertaining a guest. If you need to leave a message, I will---"

Another thunderous crash, as the larger demon tossed another of the saw like weapons, this time only missing Fiole by a mere inch.

I won't say it again! Bring Victor out!!

"So you won't---" Fiole was cut off, as Victor raised his hand up, waving her off.

"That's alright, Fiole. You stay back. You know these types of people, right? They are ones who will not listen. Why don't you make some coffee and I'll finish them up." Victor smiled softly, as he stepped forward, finally taking a bite of the carrots on his fork.

Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!Are you serious? The lead demon pointed out with his arm towards Victor. I've brought so many demons just to demolish, Victor. Quit your babelling!

"I am Victor, you backwater neanthedral."

Fiole stepped backwards into the house, to do as she was told, never even realizing that perhaps Sierra was in some sort of shock, or just plain confused.

WHY YOU!!! The lead demon barreled his arm forward, aiming to smash Victor into the ground right then and there.

Within the kitchen, Fiole worked diligently, setting the pot aside and pouring two steaming cups of french vanilla coffe. Taking hold of a small tray, she placed both cups atop it, and made her way back to the veranda.

"Master Victor, I'm sorry to keep you waiting...Also." Fiole stood on the steps leading towards the beach, where in the center, stood Victor.

Everything around him was pure death. Every single demon lay disembowled, dismembered, gutted, and broken apart in various ways. The lead demon himself had been rend limb from limb, and left in a bloody mass.

An odd estatic macabre grin was on his face, almost...as if he were elated at what he had just done. His entire body was covered in demon blood, his clothes stained...and twin horns protruding from the top of his head.

"I brought you clean clothes to replace your dirty ones."

Dash finds himself staring at the cieling. He didn't seem to mind that the eyes of nearly everyone in the cafe were on him. A grin cascads across his face and he chuckles. "Great." Dash returns to his feet via a swift handspring just in time to see Diana rush out the door. "You're making a terrible mistake!" Dash calls as he takes a step forward to engage in persuit. However, his advance is halted as he steps in the puddle of mashed potatoes left on the ground earlier and is once again staring at the cieling. "Dammit..."

This time, in a much less graceful manner, he stumbles to his feet and tears out the door, stopping to look around in hopes of seeing which direction his opponant had run in. He spots her some distance away, headed towards the beach and gets moving.