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Ebenezer Moore
Gunshot. The next; a brief moment of silence. Inferno. "Amazing chain of events. Crows. Clowns. Now, call the Fire Department." Cigar clung to his mouth tighter than a dog's precious bone he stood calmly ghastly. The battle had begun, a woman cloaked in fire setting aflame... Well... Everything. "Shame that I can't gain more information." He shrugged to himself, passing the man despite if he was even going to give a warning shot as he strolled to the tendered man. "No gunshot wounds. Fascinating." His fingers ran through his chest, followed with shocking static electricity as he does. His expression ghostly calm and sincere in the flame of danger. "Jolly good day to you sir." He repeated. "Shall I assist you in getting back up your feet?" He offered his barehands. @Leolycan
Regardless whether or not he accepted his hand, it would be met by Ebenezer's gaze fixating towards the gunman behind him. "We're not here to dig our own Graves are we? Outnumbered one to many. What makes you think you're in the position of negotiation?" He slipped his hand behind his back, standing tall looking beneath him. "False sense of valor, perhaps? No no, some sort of twisted chivalry." He shook his own head. "You'd make a fine specimen for that experiment." The heat on-- literally. The fires continued to spread and he heard the ceiling crack at some stage. Why has he continually nurturing a curious endeavor instead of escaping this mad situation? "Watch your left, whoever. We don't want this building burying us down. As for you gunman, the chances for survival are... Less than zero."
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