The Butcher took the punch, letting the girl fall into the crowd. He suddenly found himself not caring about her, no no, not when he had this little morsel in front of him. He rolled his neck, mostly unaffected by his attack. He felt like he was going to really enjoy cutting this little brat into teeny-tiny, bite sized pieces. Maybe he'd find the boy's family and make them watch him do it, maybe he'd have them eat him before he did the same as well. Decisions, decision's, they were all so tempting, but he guessed he could handle that part later. First thing first, time to teach the little shit what happens when you mess with The Butcher and his Boys.

With a gesture of his hand, his boy's took their positions, guarding the exit and making sure that no one would be getting in. . . or out for that manner, as the club's patrons seemed eager to do. They went as far away from the two combatants as the Boy's would let them, the girl being stealthily taken away by the boy's while Graham wasn't paying attention and loaded into the truck. The Butcher did a few test swings with his blade, a warm up if you will, the silence growing ever more tense as he did so, until he finally spoke. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Kid, you're in way over your head. I've taken on Hunters and Huntresses ten times as tough as you are, and broke them like toothpicks. There was this one lad to, a bright lad just like you, he was a tough fight. . . and he made for a tough meal as well."[/color] The Butcher licked his lips as he got into position, the blade in front of him in both hands, he looked like a bull about to mow down a young calf. And then everything behind him exploded in a flash of darkness, sending him hurtling towards Graham at high speed. Instead of using his blade, however, he simply switched hands in midair, as he spun around like he was going to use it, then launched a powerful jab right a the boy's gut, aiming to send him hurtling into the crowd of terrified patron's. Everyone who had been around The Butcher had been scattered by the blast, [i]literally[/i], as pieces could be seen falling down and blood was splatter everywhere. This caused panic, as people tried to bush past the Boys to get away, only to be ruthlessly gunned down for their efforts. Graham would be caught in the middle of this mad scramble, squeezed like a sardine by the press of bodies against him. 

Just as the Butcher had planned, the boy was a fool to challenge him in such an enclosed and heavily populated space, and he was now going to face the consequence's of his actions. The ground underneath him exploded again, sending him up into the air, as he spun around with the Cleaver in hand and made a small ball of darkness appear behind him, which flashed red once before it exploded, launching him at where the boy was, caught like a rat in a trap. He was about to cleave him, and everyone who was in the way, into pieces, when black chains came from all around, wrapping around him and holding him in place above the patrons. The Butcher didn't look worried, however, in fact he looked downright pleased. The glow of his visor seemed to intensify, as if their was some beast inside that it was trying to contain, as The Butcher's smile grew wide and hungering, a long, blackened tongue creeping of his mouth to slide along his lips.

[color=9e0b0f]"Ohhhhh, so he's one of yours, is he? Your children seem to have a nasty habit of ending up as my lunch, don't they [i]Magdeline[/i]."[/color] He poke her name with a sickening fondness, his smile becoming increasing monstrous as the black from his arms  seemed to crawl up his neck, [color=9e0b0f]"I told Torchwick that he should've let me have my fun with you back at the Breach, but he said that you wouldn't be a threat, just a dried out old crone who'd know her place. Glad that you didn't, because that means I get to see that beautiful look of despair and loss again and again as I turn another of your brood into nothing but empty sacks of rotten meat."[/color] He began to laugh, a booming baritone of depraved, manic amusement, as his form became enshrouded with a glowing darkness before he seemed to explode, hidden from sight by the darkness. 

When it dispersed, only horror would be visible, as a large swathe of people had been cut down, Graham just barely being missed. It had been so close, that he had a small cut on his face. An inch more, and he'd be dead, that was how close it had been. [color=9e0b0f]"Don't think I missed boy,"[/color] The Butcher said, on the other end of the bloody dance floor, covered in blood from the bodies, and proceeding to lick it from his blade. [color=9e0b0f]"I just want Maggy to know that if she doesn't come out soon, she'll be less one more son, that'd but her at -1, a first I'm sure."[/color] Again, The Butcher burst into a fit of manic laughter, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and echoing from all around, like the laugh of a demon, or even the Devil himself.

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