[Main Street, outside Gazz's Guns]
"There is no evidence that-"

"Do I look like I care? Come on, blow me up. You know what will happen." The figure in the black armour turned around, the black metal turning to a tar-like liquid and dripping from his skin. Grinning widely, he turned around and walked away. "You can't prove shit, and I don't think starboy over there is taking any chances. Letter of the law, you know."

The taller figure, still hovering some distance above the ground, tensed but did not attack when the figure in black turned to leave. It was clear a consideration was being made, before finally a conclusion was reached. The small lights died out, disappearing as if they had never been there at all. "This is not over. Those who offend the Priestess find themselves facing divine retribution." The words were monotone and slack, devoid of any emotion. Already, the figure was turning and leaving, floating up above the houses that lined Main Street.