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Knutik could've sworn he saw the tall man morph just before he took a bend down the stairs, forget the fact that he just left his clothes behind. He tilted his head in confusion before he heard a beast like roar and a crash. His shadows stood on end and only seconds later the other lady rushed past him conjuring ice as she disappeared down the stairway [@Alisdragon911]. Suddenly yelling, more scratching and the noise of shattering glass. [i][color=a0410d][b]"It's really quite simple, it's coz you're in the nameless tavern."[/b][/color][/i] That's what the man had said, that was his answer to the ladies questions....... you know...... before he took his clothes off. But Knutik wasn't sure what that answer really meant. He then faintly recalled something he planned on doing later, but that soon vanished into the far recesses of his mind as he flew down the stairs to find out what was going on. He would find out later that this simple act was a huge mistake.

[b][Main Floor][/b]

A severed arm flew past Knutik's view and his green eyes followed it as it hit one of the walls and fell to the floor. Strands of what looked like hay surrounded it as it twitched. He turned his gaze to the room itself. Patrons were fighting against what looked like a horde of living scarecrows. He observed silently, very still. He wasn't being his usual fearful self, he wasn't cowering nor was he hiding. His mind was blank but his claws began to twitch. He told himself to go back upstairs but he couldn't move. Waves of euphoria kept crashing against him. He shouldn't be here... he was supposed to avoid it... it's not what he wanted to be made of........ violence..... [b]violence[/b]....

[color=ed1c24][b]"VIOLENCE!"[/b][/color]

Knutik lost all sense of reasoning with himself and grabbed the nearest scarecrow by the neck and threw it into one of the walls, almost hitting a patron. He pinned the creature of hay down against it, the force cracking the seemingly indestructible material of the tavern as he began tearing it's limbs off. He truly looked like a monster. Nothing remained but hay and torn fabric strands when the shade disappeared into the wall. Two large shadowed arms reached out from another wall violently grabbing another scarecrow by the head and torso pulling it into the wall where it disappeared into the shadows, it's fate unseen. Another scarecrow had burst into green flames. He was beginning to get a little out of hand.