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[h3]Location: Back Alley[/h3]
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Xen's right foot slid across his left, placing itself gently onto the pavement. Then his left moved ahead, his body inching closer to where this [i]thing[/i] was supposed to be. He knew what this substance was that permeated the air around them. It came from a beautiful white flower that grew along the ridgeline of the southern mountains. The magicians found that the properties of this flower when crushed and inhaled produced delusions that stemmed from the fears of those around them. When the boy ran into the bag, the trauma that he witnessed overtook and produced a demonic visage. As the boy rounded the corner, cowering, the demonic radiance shattered around him into thousands of pieces like glass, disappearing into nothing before they hit the ground. The boy did startle Xen for a moment as he was not expecting a child. His posture shifted and before he could walk toward the boy, he heard voices behind him. Storyteller was already moving and rounding the corner.

Xen recognized one of the voices. The stammering woman that was amongst the bodies and the gore. [i]Clever. Very clever...[/i] he thought to himself. The beast's last few words, his eyes widened and his speed increased. Xen rounded the corner just as the cloth around Vert's midsection began to mold around whatever hideous maw was hidden underneath. They were a few paces away and there was no way Xen could reach them in time. He also wasn't sure how these two would react but if their character during the meeting was of any betrayer of their experience, he doubted much would be done. Thankfully, the Storyteller had taken the initiative and barreled into Zenovia. As this was happening, it gave Xen an opening. The staff he held was in his right hand hanging at his side as he rounded the corner. With only a moment's hesitation as his mind processed the different approaches one could take for their defense, he hurled the staff toward beast's jaws.

It traveled through the air inhumanly quick, its aim true enough. His goal wasn't necessarily to bludgeon the monster but to give him enough time to reach Zenovia and Laina. The staff twisted sideways in the air, attempting to muzzle the maw like a horsebit. As soon as the staff left his right, however, his left reached over and grasped the hilt of the dagger resting on his hip. He heard the familiar twitch in the air as the manifestation of magic was being prepared. [color=silver]"NO!"[/color] he yelled as he came to the Storyteller's side.