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The loud crash shocks Vivi to her feet, as she stumbles over a chair, around the side of the bar and peeked inside the door to get a closer look.

The creature was otherworldly, with limbs that defied all imagination of purpose or reason, though one thing was made immediately clear: it was dangerous. It cleaved through wooden fixtures as if they were made of tissue paper. And dancing before it; the nice gentleman, swaying and weaving between the flailing limbs like a practiced dancer. 

She turns to the little flame, wide eyed and shell-shocked: "I'm not sure!"

"Uh... M-mister? What's going on? Do you want some help?" Vivi asks with a quavering voice.