[center][h3][color=39b54a]Liam[/color][/h3][/center]

	Liam sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose. It wasn't beyond his expectations for people to disagree with their stance. In fact, he expected it, but it was the reasons that irritated him. Of course he realized that this was reality, not some game or saturday morning cartoon, but it was for that very reason they had become cautious. He restrained himself for the most part, fighting back the urge to interject and letting the women speak. He was surprised to see that the Hecarim 'Champion' agreed, but he made no note if, merely nodding his head in Raze's direction briefly. It was then that he heard a sound coming from deeper into the abode, causing the male to turn his head in it's direction. Sure enough, there stood Sam, though in such a condition that Liam quickly turned his gaze forward. He did his best to hide the redding hue of his cheeks, reaching a hand up to scratch the underside of his jaw in an absent minded fashion. It was only when the woman Clarice spoke once more, that he cleared his throat.

	"[color=39b54a]So, let's say this little incident with Sam happened in a highly populated area? What could the cops do? Gun her down? How do we know that bullets will even phase her in her dragon form? Truth is, we don't,[/color]" Leaning forward, his hands would clasp one another as his elbows rested on his knees, "[color=39b54a]I took a blow from her earlier that I'm sure would've killed or seriously injured anyone else. We don't know what all these powers can do or have done. One man lost his life today, and many other's could in the next few days. All we're asking is that we do our part to stop others that would misuse their power.[/color]" For a moment he thought to himself, his gaze falling in an absent gaze onto the floor.

	"[color=39b54a]You're right about losing control though,[/color]" His gaze focusing on Clarice as he spoke, bringing light to her words from earlier, "[color=39b54a]That's why we're on the lookout for those from the Shadow Isles or Noxians. The more blood-thristy the champion, the more likely their powers will press on their thoughts.[/color]" With that Liam's gaze would flicker to Raze then back to Clarice, "[color=39b54a]I've never taken a man's life... I doubt many of us have.  But there might be people that have that now have the powers to take even more. We can't let that happen.[/color]"

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	"What do you mean you killed again?" A sinister voice rang out in the darkness, a low and malicious tone echoing through the microphone of what appeared to be a celphone, "I thought I told you to keep yourself in check... No, I don't want to hear anymore excuses. You have one more screw up before I end you myself. Or perhaps I can stumble upon the 'Warden' and have him lock your soul away. Yes, that sounds much more painful... I won't have you ruining my plans to flush out the Demacian fools, and having my way with this city. Remember, there's more than one way to kill a fool, Shaco."

	At this point, a crow could be heard, it's mournful cawing echoing in the background. It comes into view over a shadowed scene, unable to tell the exact location or reason for the venue. Instead, it soars slightly higher, approaching a darkened silhouette that stands off further into the scene. It doesn't take long before the bird reaches it's mark, flapping it's wings as it comes to rest upon the being's shoulder, met with a soft pat on the head and a scratch on the underside of it's head.

	"You really think it'll be worth it?" A gruff tone speaks out from the corner, seeming to be mostly hidden before but now barely visible once attention had been drawn to it, "I'm fine with petty crime, but outright murder? You're asking for trouble."

	"It's not murder. It's war. We were given these powers for a reason. Seems a shame to let them go to waste. Besides, no doubt these Demacians are just as zealot about culling our numbers. The best defense is the broken body of your enemy is it not?"

	A chuckle can be heard from the background, seeming to come from the figure, now lighting up a cigar as it's cherry shines red with heat for a moment, "Now is the real Jericho talking?" With that, he'd exhale, a large plume of smoke pouring into the air, "Whatever. Pay me enough, I'll look the other way."

	"Oh, you'll get your payment. As soon as the city answers to me. Perhaps we can find more of my allies and see to a easy conquest. Only time will tell Marcus."