Elisheva gave a nod as she sat there watching Uzza, appreciating the company of one sho could understand the fiery burn when Wrath intercepted Virtue and took hold. Each Sin felt differently when it curled within the heart and soul. No Fallen knew what the other felt outside of their own personal Sin. Just as no Seraphim could understand the light of another's Virtue.

	Sera leaned forward on the bar, its old wood creaking slightly at the twist of leathered hips pressed against it in some odd acceptance of Lusts Fallen. A single finger reached over curling along Uzzas jaw line as a sultry expression claimed her features.

	"Wrath is all well and good but Lust is true release," she purred.

	"Down Sera before I take that whip of your to your back side," Elisheva taunted behind a half hearted chuckle. Sera leaned back and righted her self as her hands went up in the air dramatically.

	"Oh please do," she said with a wink. The Lustful one was about to continue when wood splintered. Front door flinging open as the drunk that had been tossed out returned with a large number of [i]friends[/i]; tissue stuffed comically up his nose, stained rich with blood. The group carried various make shift weapons; baseball bats, chains, switchblades, etc. 

	"I think Wrath is going to be more useful right now," Sera said as her hand fell to the whip at her side. Elisheva smirked as she spun around on the bar stool, gripping the worn vinyl in her fingers between her legs.

	"Oh battle!" Elisheva exclaimed with all the delight of a child on Christmas morning on seeing what all Santa had left under the tree.

	The band that had been warming up paid the entire scene no mind and struck chord, ripping into a grungy cover of Skillets song Monster, setting a harsh tone to the already tense moment. 

	"Fitting..." Sera hissed as the group broke stance and tore towards the group of Fallen at the bar. More and more pouring into the bar, quickly filling the space with one's Elisheva was drooling to unleash her Wrath on.