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At first, Clay was confused by Ayeka's actions. He tried to focus on his opponent who now raised a gun, meanwhile the barmaid shoved a bottle in his mouth and poured a tangy foul liquid down his throat.

It instantly began to sooth the pain from within but that became the last of his concerns as the echo of the hunters pistol rung out. Clay immediately jumped expecting to be on the receiving end of the bullets. 

The firing of the gun was closely followed by a soft thud as the hidden figure fell to the floor landing gracefully into a roll. With all the speed and momentum of falling the nimble figure glided towards the entry door in a blur of haste. Behind them they left a pitter of blood spraying in the air, and a flash of long flowing golden hair that had escaped the fallen hood of their shadowy cloak, and a small sizzling corked vial with a burning string hastily leading a flame to the contents.

Clay was caught by surprise and looked around the room with uncertainty. From Ayeka, to the armed hunter that didn't shoot him, to the new shadowy figure hastily retreating and lastly the strange hissing concoction that was left behind, burning on a short fuse.