[color=ed1c24][center][h1][b]Raven[/b][/h1][/center][/color]
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Making his way across the dance floor, a feat in itself considering the mass of people inhabiting the slick surface, Raven evened the distance between himself, and the point of interest. The ogre had won, besting the demon's strength in a combat of prowess. The loss promptly lead to a hearty swig of the pint now placed against the demon's lips, accompanied by victories cheering by those betting on the winning arm. "Anyone else!?" The ogre's voice bellowed through the scene, making the very air ache at his presence. A dramatic entrance was highly expected of an ogre, indeed. He took to his heritage with pride, that much was certain.

[color=ed1c24]"Me!"[/color] A light voice broke through, shifting everyone's focus to the newcomer, a mere boy in comparison to the beasts finding this corner a section of relevance. 

Raising a large, bushy eyebrow in response, the ogre as if torn from a story book glared daggers at the slight vampire, his face soon squinting to a grin upon realizing the truth behind Raven's statement. "Boy..." He began, raising an enormous hand to settle the scratch upon his chin. "Don't be stupid." The ogre finished, crossing his arms. 

[color=ed1c24]"Aw, don't worry! I won't hurt you much!"[/color] Ever the jester, Raven retorted as he slid into the opposing seat. His words managed to earn more than a few laughs from the spectators, and that ever present grin upon his lips surly caused for provocation.

"Hurt me?" The ogre shot back. "Don't know what you are, kid..." Stretching and cracking his neck, the ogre placed an arm at the table. "But you've got a big mouth." 

[color=ed1c24]"Got an even bigger -..."[/color] The vampire giggled before joining the ogre on the table, his small hand completely engulfed by his opponent's giant mitt. "...ego."

"I love this kid!" Another voice rang out, giving Raven's shoulder an friendly punch. "Alright, begin!" The same voice announced, causing the two combatants to initiate their battle. 

The ogres fist clenched around Raven's hand, something which would have broken it was the boy a mortal being. Looking into the vampire's eyes, the ogre couldn't help but find himself caught off guard by the stone hard grip he was greeted with. Those ever grinning eyes met his in a contest similar to their arm wrestling. It was at this point that the ogre was coming a realization. Raven was neither breathing, nor were his muscles tightening. It was if the boy was a statue, his body unmoving. Neither could the ogre sense any form of heat emanating from the boy's hand. True, his skin appeared completely human with both warmth and touch, however it did not grow warmer due to the clenched embrace of fists. 

Most notably, Raven did not appear to grow fatigued or tired. His expression never changed, his eyes never moving from place. The boy wasn't alive, that was now certain. One should perhaps also note that Raven was a scrawny, little street punk. His arms were tiny and his muscles were barely visible if at all, yet his arm wasn't moving an inch. "Vam-...!" Before the ogre could finish his sentence, Raven's grin widened and he shoved the opposing hand down onto the table with enough force to leave a crack upon the wood. 

[color=ed1c24]"...pire!"[/color] The boy finished, raising his fist in victory. Challenging a vampire in a contest of stamina was never a decent idea. The undead did not tire, and few of them, like the Lamia themselves, required sleep.

"You cheated!" The ogre burst out, massaging his arm. "You aren't even alive!" 

[color=ed1c24]"Dude, I am feelin' [i]so[/i] fuckin' alive!"[/color] Raven shot back with a giggle. 

It was then that an ogre's well known temper reached a climax. Humiliated by a mere teenager, one who looked like he could use another ten meals on top of that, cut deep. With clenched fists, the ogre threw a punch across the table. Moving aside, Raven evaded the blow, but it came in contact with another rowdy patron behind his chair. This of course lead to retaliation, which in turn accelerated the fight with more participants. [color=ed1c24]"Woo! Barfiiiight!"[/color] The overly excited vampire exclaimed before getting knocked down from the chair.