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???&Liam

	Liam looked up from his prone position, groaning heavily as his flesh had all but knitted itself together. It was clear the skin would blister and scar, but the fact that he had survived the assault was remarkable, not to mention his ability to stand shortly after the blow. Using the hand that was offered him, Liam stood up into a staggered stance.

	"Thanks." He forced, attempting to stay on his feet as he looked back to the gunman who had struck him. It was with a snarl that Liam's form began to swell, subtly changing his size to taller and broader than he was before. Still, he made no movement towards the gunman, rather looking about the cafe as if concerned for the others.

	Despite the ensuing chaos, the gunman remained unphased. Between Leon's and Sam's outburst, he seemed almost pleased. Adjusting his gun slightly, his gaze flickered between the two as his hand opposite the gun lifted to loosen his collar as the heat began to grow within this place.

	"Darlin, I'd settle that temper if I were you. I like my women as firey as the next guy, but you really need to think before you put your life on the line for these cowards." With his arms, he'd motion to the flock of innocent people that remained cowering within the cafe, "I'm offering you a chance to put your powers to good use and run this city. Hell, maybe even more if we organize well." It was with his closing statement he'd look to the bartender with the shotgun. "Boy, I'd put that way before you get yourself hurt. Leave the gun tote'n to the professionals."

	It was then the man noticed Alex and his remark, giving only a subtle nod of his head in approval as another pushed his way past to Liam. With a raised brow, he watched as the boy offered a hand to the downed male with merely a chuckle and a shake of his head.

	"Bunch of damned heroes and their monologues," his gaze ultimately falling onto Clarice as she began to make her move. He saw her reaching for the glass and the bottle, merely lifting his shotgun in a nonchalant manner. It was when she threw the bottle at him she'd notice something... He wasn't surprised. Merely side stepping away from the bottles path, he watched expectantly as she came near, his gun pointed in her direction the entire time without firing a shot. It was only when she began moving towards his gun that he even moved, stepping towards her within her reach as her over-arching kick approached. It was then that the kick collided with a resounding thud, having made connection with the man's free arm as he had raised it to block her incoming assault. However, the man staggered from the brunt of the attack with a slightly surprised look on his face, though still sporting a smile.

	"So... You're one too. I like your spunk girly, but your an idiot." With that, another clap would resound, though this originating from his gun once more. Almost at once, what was once a clear field of view of the two fighters filled with smoke as it threatened to flood the entire cafe. Clarice would feel the pressure stopping her leg be removed, though her vision inside the cloud was next to none. She couldn't see the gunman anymore... And the sound of broken glass would echo from the darkness before her.

	It was at this point the others would see the form of the gunman dashing out of the smoke towards the outside, barreling through the window with his gun shielding him from the falling shards. At first it seemed the man made his escape... Until a sudden roaring and thunderous rumbling could be heard from outside the establishment, every glass and bottle rattling with the increasing tremors. Those who could see outside would see what appeared to be a masssive red comet approaching, with someone or something massive riding the blaze.

???

	As Raze and Mortiz attempted to enter the cafe in response to the explosion, they would hear the familiar sounds of chains jingling somewhere in the distance. In an instant, Mortiz would feel a sharp pain scrape across his cheek followed by a feeling of warmth and trickling down his flesh. It was then his gaze fell upon what could only be described as a sickle on a chain burying itself into the shoulder of Raze as he attempted to make his valiant charge. If he followed the chain to it's origin, he'd see a ghostly figure holding onto the other end several feet away, his form wreathed in a ghostly flame littered with chains and lanterns.

	He wasn't the only one standing there, as he was flanked on either side by a mountainous man with an oddly familiar axe and metal jaw. The other figure seemed to be twisted and corrupted by some sick surgery and magics, his flesh tattered with stitches and sores as he stood upon four mechanical legs. For a moment, they stood in silence with no indication of moving, until the large male roared and began barreling towards the cafe just as another bolted out form the inside. The gunman rolled over to a kneeling position before running opposite the towering Goliath, now wreathed in flames as his speed reached inhuman levels.

	Raze felt a sharp pain digging into his shoulder that instantly brought his charge to a hault, cutting into his flesh as a force began forcing his body in the opposite direction. Despite ever effort he made to move forward, he could move away from whatever this mysterious force is. It was then that something began to encroaching upon the back of his mind, like a presence trying to force itself inside his psyche. Ominously, the spirit of Hecarim laughed within his head.

'It's about time Warden.'

???&Megan

	Time seemed to crawl by for Garret. Left by himself outside the building, every time he checked his phone merely minutes had gone by. There were a few passersby, but no one made any attempt to enter the complex and none dared to leave. This didn't stop several people from casting odd glances at him, some even going out of there way to avoid him. Yet after a moment, there was one young male about Garret's age, that began lounging on the other side of the street. At first he just seemed to be loitering, but soon his gaze began to focus on Garret and the building.

	"Do you know him?" Megan's voice called out towards Garret's side. This time it was the original Megan, the girl clasping her hands together in front of her form as her vision was settled on the man across the way. "He keeps looking over here... Do you think he knows something?"

	It was at this point Garret could hear something well up inside of his mind... Something about this man set his blood boiling and angered something deep inside him. It was almost unnatural. After a brief moment, a loud shattering and cawing of crows could be heard up above. If Garret looked above, he could see what appeared to be someone hurtling towards the ground from the uppermost floor, landing with a resounding thud down an alley not far from his position.

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	Nitire's gaze focused back on the woman before him. With a slight chuckle, he rolled his shoulders- his manacles jingling slightly as he settled back into a casual stance. To be honest, the prospect of meeting the leader of this army wasn't too appealing at this point. However, he couldn't help but feel uneasy about defying the head of command. After a long moment of silence on his part, he'd shrug with a slight smile as he took her hand firmly within his own.

	"Deal," Nitire said, releasing her hand shortly after the shake as he now extended his manacles to the woman, "Might just be my nature, but I can't miss out on some action. People always said I had a rebellious side." With this, his smile would shift to a more quizzical look. It was one thing to be offered a mission without any form of interrogation or induction, but she seemed readily unphased by his statement from earlier. From the things he witnessed, he had convinced himself that he would be considered a monster and be met with disdain..."Katherine was it? Not like I don't appreciate it, but you're putting your neck out there for an Avenasian. Doesn't that bother you?" His gaze and vision softened slightly.

	Perhaps he'd not given these people enough credit. Perhaps his ranting on his execution had been misplaced... With that on his mind, he'd fall silent and await her reply, his manacled arms outstretched towards her. Then his eyes settled back on Tyme. He seemed to know alot about the state of affairs Nitire had found himself in. It is possible this man was an Avenasian as well? All speculation aside, he settled on just focusing on whatever task he was offered.

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