[center][h1]Dean[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Walker[/h1][/center]
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The man he held at gun point gave him a bullshit monologue about getting some beers and playing pool to chat about which Tayla he was asking about. Dean wasn't a dumbass. He knew this was all a distraction ploy and he was prepared for the talkative prick to tackle him. He wasn't prepared for a fucked up corpse to land between them. He shot off his gun the moment he was jumped, trying to get his gun in his abstraction. He was a second away from slipping back into the shadows when a Greenwood bitch hit him with lightning and another bitch wrapped him up in painful vines. He screamed bloody murder, the pain so intense he couldn't think. He felt the poison in his veins and it burned. It was all he could do not to pass out.

All of that lasted for several seconds, because there was no cohesion in attacking him with the girl singing in a foreign tongue. All his wounds and pains were healed instantly when her power washed over him. He turned into smoke, then turned into shadow and disappeared from his attacker's view. He was right pissed. With their attacks off of him and him feeling brand new, he went right for the jugular on his attackers. 

He popped up right in front of the man that shocked him. He grabbed his axe and turned it into shadow making it disappear. "Maybe you'll get that back later," he said, punching him in the stomach, then right under his chin. He sank back into shadow and went after the girl with the vines. He punched that girl right in the face, he felt and heard her cheek bone crack, laying her out.

He'd been quick about it attacking them, keeping his time in the shadows under 20 seconds. He disappeared again and went back to the man he held at gun point before. He had lost his gun after shooting it. It disappeared into his cup, but he didn't need it. His fists worked out for him just fine. He grabbed the man's cup and turned it into smoke, before kicking him in the face with his boot. "Dumbfuck. All you had to do was answer a simple question. Best hope I don't catch up to one of your other little friends, because they won't see me coming when I do."

The girl with the song was still going. None of them would be down for long after he hit them, but other than the girl the other two didn't have their channelers or their agents, however their abstractions worked in relation to an object. He didn't know if they would get them back either. He's never made an object he didn't have on him or didn't intend to keep, completely disappear before. They'll be less of a threat. What they needed to do was the get the hell out of here. They were outnumbered and with someone that can heal everyone, they could be at this for another hour or so. He didn't plan on sticking around.

He kicked the man he questioned in the face one last time for good measure, before disappearing to Elodie. She was the least in a fucked up situation and like hell he was going anywhere near Valjean. "We need to go. We're outnumbered and with healing bitch over there nothing we do will stick. We know Greenwood and the Coven. We can get them back later. For now, we better go while we still have our lives." No sooner had he said that, he disappeared to his bike, prepared to ride off without them if Judas didn't show his face soon.