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((I am controlling two characters. Although it will likely be obvious, green is Frenzi, and red is Rachii. Just wanted to erase any confusion about that, some people have a hard time.))

Rachii laughed loudly as he slammed down another pitcher of a random alcoholic beverage the bartender had served to him. The pitcher itself looked like a shot-glass in the massive werewolf hands of Rachii, and he was feeling it as such. The weak alcohols of the tavern had little to no effect on him due to his massive stature, but it tasted rather good, so he continued to drink. A deep voice presented him, much lower than the average humans', yet ever-so-slightly higher than the average werewolf's'. Signaling for another whatever he had just had, he looked over to Frenzi. "So then what did you do?" He asked, knowing the answer since he had heard this story before.

"So I snuck up behind him and yelled 'boo!' The guy jumped up and knocked himself out on the cupboard!" Frenzi said loudly, trying to stop himself from laughing until he had finished the sentence. His voice carried an eerie echo to it, to which some of the shadier characters were looking at him awkwardly for, but neither Rachii nor Frenzi paid them any mind. Frenzi was just over 6 feet tall, and rather skinny if you were to look at him normally. Unless you got to an awkward angle, his face was nearly completely hidden by his cloak, the way most Necromancers preferred it. "So, are we headed out as soon as the Paladin gets back?" He asked Rachii inquisitively.

Rachii gulped down another of the drinks and looked back to Frenzi. "More than likely. That boy doesn't know how to relax. Hurry hurry hurry!" He said jokingly, signaling for yet another drink.

Rave and Vieken plodded down the road of the town. Rave yawned and stretched. "There's an inn. Will they allow dogs inside?" Rave shrugged. "They will." Rave slid off his back and he shrunk down to a more normal size. The two friends walked into the inn, welcoming the poorly lit room. She ignored the stares and sat down at the bar, resting her head on her arms. "Can I get a room for me and my dog? And some water?" The barkeeper nodded and as he left to fullfill her request, she lifted her head and jumped over the counter, grabbing a handful of coins from the register. She was back over and into her seat before anyone noticed.

"I didn't say we were leaving," Solace begins, about to explain his desires for breakfast, but he is cut short as the thug bounces across the floor to lie limp at his feet. He looks down, and then back up at Frenzi, mouth open to scold.

Instead, he jerks back as an axe hisses through the air. As it passes, his arm is already launching out parallel to the weapon's trajectory, and he snatches it out of the air just before it passes his reach.

With a pivot, he flings the axe back it it's sender, who barely has time to widen his eyes before it sinks into his sternum with a fleshy thud. Solace's hand returns to his belt, whipping out a knife simultaneous to his boot kicking over one of the tables, forming an obstacle between the attackers and himself, and incidentally the bar.

The rest of the men in the tavern leap to their feet (Excepting the bartender, who drops beneath the bar counter), and attack the group. One man takes a swing at Frenzi with a faintly glowing blade, and one man raises a heavy crossbow to point at Rachii.

Rachii heard the click of the crossbow pointed at him as soon as the man pulled the trigger, and turned to react as soon as his brain sent the signal to his muscles. Out of instinct, he turned to the man swinging at Frenzi and gripped him in one of his massive hands. Squeezing without mercy, he looked to see the crossbow that was flying towards him disappear in a flash of green light, to instantly appear behind the gunner and drive itself into the back of his head. Both attackers fell to the ground simultaneously, devoid of life. Rachii looked over to Frenzi with a smile before dashing inside to join Solace, even knowing that Solace would in no way need him.

Upon seeing Frenzi out in the open by himself, some of the bar dwellers to greet him with their own brand of diplomacy. Armed with bludgeons, knives, and even one with a sword, they charged at Frenzi, attempting to seize the opportunity with Rachii inside the tavern. Frenzi laughed at their ultimately futile attempt at retaliation, and let their useless weapons pass through him harmlessly. Apparently, they had never had a reason to have their weapons enchanted, and now they would suffer for it. Frenzi closed his eyes for a mere nanosecond, opening them in a flash almost immediately after they had closed. "Verengai muertus..." He chanted mundanely, channeling a mere fraction of his near-limitless power into a rather weak attack. All men surrounding him were swallowed by a veil of green brilliance, only their screams of pain making through the onslaught of light. The light went away just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Frenzi surrounded by nothing but scorched earth and the charred remains of the assailants. His expression didn't change as he re-entered the bar.

Rachii reeled around just in time to see a young girl impale some attackers feet to the floor, and laughed at the display. Skillful, yes, but still comedic nonetheless. He swung his trunk-like arm and slammed a man attempting to aggress her through the wall of the tavern, then looked over to the girl as she emptied the contents of their pockets. "I'm sure proper thievery requires dedication......but you should really be more careful!" He said, pausing in the middle to watch another man with a green glyph on his forehead ragdoll across the room, right between them.

Solace drew his kamas as two mean attempted to leap his makeshift barricade. As their feet stepped onto the edge to vault the table, he crouched and spun. His weapons were held out at arm's length, and each curved blade smashed into an ankle.

With a sickening crackle, the bones snapped, and the blades forged their way through the fleshy gaps in the fragments. Solace's arms didn't even bend or recoil, they might as well have been made of steel. His targets tipped, flying sideways from the shared force, hitting the ground before the pain could even reach their brains. But the screaming did start eventually.

Now the Knight hops to the edge of the wooden table. With a second kick, he leaps, arms raised back over his head, and slashes down on the shoulders of two men approaching the table. The spray of blood splatters across Solace's white garments as skin and bone are hewn apart. He lands lightly between the men, and straightens up to slam the kamas' blades into the back of their necks. The cries of pain are cut short.

From behind, a man swings a light warhammer at Solace's cranium. The Knight ducks, swiveling on his angle to kick the man in the ribs as the bludgeoning tool passes overhead. Solace's arm comes up, and he smacks the flat of his hand into the thug's elbow with enough force to break the man's arm. With a quick grapple, he disarms the man and snaps his neck.

From the first foot touching table, this process takes four seconds.

Solace swings his kamas towards the ground, stopping them at a horizontal position. There's a splat as inertia sends most of the blood slipping from the smooth octiron blades. With the back of his hand, he absentmindedly wipes at the blood on his face, not noticing that his hand is too bloody to clean.

He's far too busy noticing the night elf with the massive scythe. The scythe was one of the traditional weapons of the Order, but he had chosen kamas for their speed. He knew how much damage the agricultural tool could do, and the one this petite girl was holding was serious indeed.

He relaxes a little when he sees the corpses littered around her. She might not be on our side, he thought, but at least she's not on theirs.

"Want to wrap up?" Solaces asks, gesturing at the last four thugs, hesitating about fifteen feet away,"Or shall we let the cowards live?" The fear is more than obvious in their eyes, but Solace has little remorse in killing such scum.

"Rachii Jurimachii, nice to meet you." He said, crossing his arms and looking at the last four thugs near the corner of the room. "Hmm, I'd like to see what you can do with that scythe too. It would probably be quite the spectacle, provided you know how to use it, of course." He said, looking over the scythe. It was rather beautiful, but he pondered whether the aesthetic qualities would interfere with it's effectiveness at all.