[Center][color=6ecff6][h1]Carlisle Corvus[/h1][/color][/center]

[@Jeyma][@Emuxe]

[color=00BFFF]"That'll be 6 gold pieces"[/color]

Before the words had left the barmaid's mouth Crow felt warning bells sound in the back of his head. [color=6ecff6][i]Oh come on, an attack now?[/i][/color]. He downed the rest of the glass, slamming it back on the bar with another hand rifling through his pockets. [color=6ecff6]"I only just got that too"[/color], came the disgruntled mumble as Crow pulled a diamond slightly smaller than your pinky nail but that shone like  star from his pocket, setting it in her waiting hand. In one fluid movement he was up and opening the front door, stepping out into the evening air before calling out over his shoulder, [color=6ecff6]"Start a tab if you could"[/color]. An instant later a bolt of lightning enveloped him with acrack of thunder and he vanished.

An identical bolt light up the sky at the boundary to the city where the flesh spinner had attempted to enter and Crow hit the ground with a thunder crack of impact that sent a few of the nosey civillians flying back in all directions. An immediate groan of pain left him as he once again pulled himself from the kneel, this time he had cracked the stones beneath him. [color=6ecff6][i]Theres no way in hell I'm paying for that[/i][/color], the thought in his mind echoed the look of annoyance crossing his grimanced face as half the crowed jeered and the other half backed off as  fast as they could without looking too conspicuous. 

Crow resisted the urge to hold his side which was only now at a point where he felt as if it were about to tear open on him, instead casting steely eyes to the scene playing out before him. Not only was there the archmage of the Neph riding on by (When did the old man ever pull his nose from a book long enough to travel), but there was no full assault on the boundary that had called him. A hastened, wasted drink had earned him the spectacle of a farmgirl leaning over a twisted mess of a being.[color=6ecff6]"You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me."[/color] Each word was punctuated by a striding step as he came before them, only pausing briefly to give a respectful nod towards the archmage. At this range he could recognise the cacophony of parts making up the creature before him. Although he didn't touch the pummel of his sword, the death rune of burning light glowed just faintly across his palm as warning. While his magic was corrupted it was not by essence evil but you don't live long as a Nephilim by blind trust. [color=6ecff6]"By Alithe's wastes what do you think you were doing Fleshspinner? You should be dead!"[/color]. The silver flecks in Crows eyes flared up to match then raised tone of his voice. He allowed the barest of moments to flick his eyes over to the farmgirl before letting them lay heavy back on the flesh spinner,  awaiting an answer. Something warned him that something was very wrong with the girl but he still ached and had more pressing matters at hand.