[center][h3]City of Darkwell[/h3][/center]

	As the chaos of the battle stills, the champions who are left can hear the still crackling flames of the collapsed cafe, along with the barely audible whispers of the populous and the more prominent sirens that continue their approach. No one attempts to stop the ones that flee, rather snapping pictures with their phones and gossiping amongst themselves.

	Liam swears audibly as he turns from the crater in the ground, turning his attention towards the origin of the approaching wails as he staggers backwards.

	"As much as I hate to admit it... We can't stick around. I'm heading back to Matt's place," He stated, looking back to Clarice for a moment before turning and taking off down the street towards the downtown area of the city. 

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	"I-" The boy stammered, blushing heavily at first due to her accusations but calming once she had left his sight. With a heavy sigh, he found himself a seat despite the clutter, settling into place as he lifted a hand to his head with a wince. In truth, his mind was clouded and strained, a growing headache now plauging his thoughts as he attempted to settle down.

	"Thank you, but- I don't know. I mean a drink would be nice," He stammered, his hand finally coming to rest atop his thigh with a slight groan, "But with what all has happened... I just-" He fell silent for a moment, before looking up to Sam with a slightly saddened smile, "Thank you either way."