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Ruji scowled, reaching to the back of his belt, just beneath his coat. "So you're calling Yoake the poorer side, eh?" He withdrew his hand quickly, taking with it a small, sectioned piece of a metal pole. "Guess that's too bad, then." Stepping well out of range of Kaine and Weiss--though he wouldn't mind sticking a blade through the latter--he swung out with the pole. It extended into a full metal bar before he pressed a button at the base with the palm of his left hand. The top slid open along the side and several short bits of metal extended one after another to form the blade--his weapon could then be very easily distinguished as a decorative-looking halberd, once the metal pieces had interconnected. He spun the weapon around in one hand before taking an offensive stance. "Too bad for you, at least."

Ruji stepped back, waiting patiently for the scythe to get close enough. As soon as the flying object approached, blade at full swing in his direction, he lifted his halberd and flipped it so that the blade pointed toward the floor, thrusting the whole weapon forward and catching the scythe's point in one of the many gaps among the blades. When the force caught up with the scythe, Ruji swung the halberd upward, opposing the momentum and forcing the enemy weapon up and around--the joints in his left shoulder cracked painfully in several places from the force of it all--so that it swung down and connected with the floor. "Damn, that hurts..." Ruji readjustied the way he was holding up his dislocated left shoulder and inverted the way he held the halberd. It was rather obvious that it wasn't natural for him to hold it that way, though. Slouching, he moved to the side, making sure he could keep an eye on that scythe--who knows what tricks Nacora could pull with it, even if he wasn't in contact.

Victoria, garbed in her usual extravagant attire, push open the door of her night club. To her, it was strange to know that the building would remain unnaturally quiet for the next couple of nights. Her employees were on break, staying home with their families or friends instead of entertaining the masses. She was going out to find dinner.

In the dim gray light of the late afternoon, she watched the white clouds of air float up with each breath she released to the cold. Not that it truly had and effect on her, as she wasn't bothered by temperature, but she shivered all the same, remembering what it was like to be bothered by the cold.

She hung three signs in the window. One printed with "Closed for the Holidays," another printed with "Out to Lunch," and the third with "Lani's at the Back Door." The third sign was for Faction members: her personal guard, Lani, would be at the back door to let people in until she got back.

"Another fine day for the hunt," she said to herself, humorously. In fact, she'd probably just go to one of the cafes that were still open at this time of the month. There was never anything that ever said she couldn't eat real food to sustain herself. It just didn't last as long.