[color=ed1c24][center][h1][b]Raven[/b][/h1][/center][/color]
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Moving his bangs from place, Raven ascended to his feet. After having been socked in the face, he returned the favor by retaliating and punched the culprit hard enough to send him into a nearby wall. [color=ed1c24]"Got ya'!"[/color] The boy exclaimed, that ever present grin meeting his next opponent as another person stepped into the fray. The fights would however reach a sudden halt before Raven could get into the heart of battle. Stopping a fight including a Lamia would almost be considered a sin by the species, but Raven noticed how everyone around him were starting to feel winter's cold embrace. Raven himself wasn't touched by the effect. He wouldn't have noticed the change in temperature had there not been visible cues. The slight amount of frost appearing on his clothes was enough to confirm his suspicions. 

The vampire turned around to see a new addition to the fight, or rather, someone with the gall to stop it. A Witch. Raven never particularly liked spell casters. They all tended to follow the same theme, and they all tended to be delighted with a stick up their ass. It was all too common to see them consider themselves nobility among peasants. One could however not argue with her reasoning. If the fight was to continue, they could indeed move the battlefield outside. 

In either event, her intervention had been enough to douse the fiery spirits of most fighters in the bar. Their will to do battle had been critically diminished and this left Raven thoroughly dissatisfied. Forcing combat on those who had laid down arms was however not the Lamia way. Such would be tantamount to sullying a holy tradition with impurity. 

With a heavy sigh, the vampire made his way towards the bar and dropped down on a chair. They, of course, had blood on the menu. It was all going to be tasteless, given the circumstances. At least that removed the need to pick and choose. [color=ed1c24][i]"Wonder how Calib is doin'. Think I saw him with Cold Tits."[/i][/color] Raven thought, sipping from the newly acquired drink served by dearest Venus. She appeared used to this, enough so not to react to another vampire. The species was a commodity, and frequently visited the establishment. For now, Raven could only sip from his drink and wait for Calib to finish whatever he was going to do with that lady.