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[center][b][color=00746b][h2]Kyzler the cursed hunter[/h2][/color][/b] [/center]
[hr]([i]@ the Tavern [/i])[hr]


[h3]"[b]YOU LET HER GET AWAY![/b]"[/h3] Kyzler screams furiously at the room, his face growing red. His accusatory evil gaze jumping from patron to patron. "[b]and you, you useless fat mutt![/b]" he shouts getting right up close in a drunk mans face. "[b]I should hang you for your incompetences.[/b]" 
The man in question was one she made a fool of.

Ky left the dumbfound drunk and moved on pushing into a large man standing in his way, walking through him instead of around. Without remorse he returned towards his corner, still cursing with rage the so called hunters and the famous tavern along the way.
His mood was beyond foul, there was only two things he hated more than witches and one of them was a witch getting away.
His heart was still pounding in his chest, fresh with adrenalin from the short fight. He had come so close, yet his efforts were in vain. His grenades wasted for nothing.

As much as he used everyone else as an outlet for his rage, he held a large portion of disappointment for himself. Slamming his hands out on his work bench, leaning forward he took a deep breath. His eyes fell to the dead gnome lifeless on his table. In a flash the rage he tried to suppress resurfaced and his arm whipped around, blade in hand, he violently and repeatedly plunged it into the creatures chest creating a squelching spray of blood as he exerted all his pent up aggression.

With a groan as his attacks slow and arm tires he eventually stops. With the back of his bloody knife hand he smears the blood across his forehead as he wipes away the built up sweat. A sigh of relief sweeps his face and a playful warm grin takes his lips. 
"[b]So seems the wicked feels it ca' just stroll around this town freely. Gnomes and witches alike giving no respect to tha hunters.[/b]"
He then pushes the mutilated body off the table to hit the floor with a heavy thud.
[b]"Any of ya actually serious about sorting this problem come take a seat.[/b]"
Ky pulls out a pipe from a strap on his chest and focuses on that instead of the room as he takes a seat and kicks his feet up onto the table puffing away.
[b]"Beanstalk! So what was that count?[/b]