[center][h3]Nicolas Grimmond, Lamia Scale Guild[/h3][/center]

Nicolas facepalmed after Niti left. He couldn't believe he looked. Why did he look? Still there was no point in arguing any further. After all, Niti was gone now. He glanced at Tris and smiled. He was better now at least. "Well, I guess it's just us now. Technically speaking. We should get something to eat." He said calmly just before his stomach growled. He seriously was hungry. He and Xavier had originally decided to get something to eat, but now... He hoped Xavier was okay. He might be doing something stupid. Really Stupid. Nicolas sighed at the thought. "Soon... Food soon would be great." He then said again to his friend as he shook off his worry for the moment. 

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[center][h3]Oram Maximus[/h3][/center]

Oram grit his teeth as the Cynthia clones attacked him. Dodging, blocking redirecting. It was all simple enough. But this... It didn't feel right. Still, he did it. The Roganoff's, especially Alec's, word was pretty much law. Not just for him, but for pretty much all of Lunar Wolf. He handled them all though. Each and every clone fell and then they would be gone. Like they never existed. Any messes would be cleaned up. There was no worry. Not for him anyway. Not really. "I know already you shitty old man." He said once the battle was over. "You don't have to tell me." He finished as he turned and began to leave. All the clones were dead after all. There was nothing left for him to do. Not yet anyway.