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	Allard raised his eyebrows as Nailah downed her tankard, what he didn't expect was nearly losing those eyebrows in a ball of fire shortly after, he just had time to lean back and out of the way, bursting into laughter just after. [color=9ACD32]"I'm perfectly fine, But a tad surprised,"[/color] he said in reply to Nailah, asking if he was okay,[color=9ACD32] "I didn't take ya for a seasoned drinker."[/color] he jabbed about how easily she downed her tankard.  [color=9ACD32]"A contest of drinks,eh? How about it my friends,"[/color] he asked the guardians as he downed his own drink. [color=9ACD32]"Up ta tha task?"[/color]

	For anyone that agreed, the drinking began. Allard trowing back drink after drink, easily, but it seemed Galland was keeping up with him, The two were competing, just like old times. Over the coarse of many drinks, many stories were shared, never focusing on the bad times, but trying to revive the good times in their lives. [color=9ACD32]"Remember tha year we stopped participatin' in the strength festival before joinin' tha military, n'that yahoo from Onyx won it instead? We was havin' a drink ta toast off our deployment and tha man bumped inta ya on the street here in town, started callin' out all matter of curses at ya."[/color] He turned to Nailah so he could explain a bit better. [color=9ACD32]"This guy thought he should take a 'victory lap' o'sorts n' was paradin' around here n' Onyx like he owned tha place. Well, Galland here decided to strap 'em to one of tha throwing boulders we use fur tha competition, and thew him an' tha boulder, beatin' the pompous little shit's winnin' throw by twenty meters!"[/color] Allard started laughing as he remembered the look an the man's face. They were all lucky he didn't land under the boulder, but it was still hilarious.


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	Dremmick watched as Mason went up in the air to speak with Ami. He had to admit, even though she was making herself a literal beacon, what she did for the town was great, even if they had to do a little yard work to regain control of their houses. If it continued though, there could be problems with it. He could imagine of trees started coming up, it could devastate the landscape and any buildings on it, but for now it seemed fine. He even felt better than he has in a long time. As he watched though, something caught his ear, some murmuring about a bright arm? His eyes widened as he looked down, noticing his right arm glowing white hot, nearly full of life energy. [color=A52A2A]"Dammit,"[/color] he cursed under his breath as he tried to quickly move through the crowd. A wave of pain hit him as the life energy topped out in his arm. An intense burning sensation swept over the entirety of his arm and any wounds he had ever accumulated since the curse took ahold of him, the old wounds glowing white as well. He could feel the burning creeping from the right side of his upper chest as the curse started to spread. He needed to get out of here, [i]fast[/i].

	[color=A52A2A]"Quickly! Out of the way!"[/color] he yelled to the people, who tried their best to clear a path for him as he started to run any direction that would take him away from Ami. The pain was unbearable, and his wounds started to bleed on their own, leaving a blood trail as he ran. He tried to disperse the energy from his arm, but it was coming in at too fast a rate for him to release it without damaging anything around him. Dremmick was fast, but he wasn't fast enough on his own or with all these people in the streets to make it out at the speed he wanted to. He didn't want a lot of people seeing he had blood magic, so he cut a corner into an alley away from most people's line of sight. Finally able to use his blood magic, he grappled back up to the roof tops. He was able to move much more freely from up there, as well as use his blood magic to help him vault between buildings. The further he got from Ami, the slower the curses progression became, until finally he made it a little ways into the woods outside of town.

	He was breathing heavily, the burning sensation of newly cursed flesh making him want to just writhe in pain. From the feeling of it, it had spread from his right pectoral and right shoulder blade, to across his back, to the start of his tail, most of his upper chest to nearly covering his left pectoral and down to the top of his abs. It started to creep up the right side of his neck, though the top of his left shoulder and neck were still fine. His right side down to his hip was also turned. He fell to his hands and knees and dug his fingers into the dirt before falling over on to his back, trying to recuperate. He lifted his glowing arm to the sky and gritted his teeth as he discharged the energy, causing a bright beam of light that very momentarily rivaled the light Ami was casting off, the recoil cratering him in the ground a couple centimeters. He let his arm drop to the ground. That was close....too close. It sounded like he could hear whispers in his head, begging him to continue, with promises of power in exchange. They were louder than before, but he knew they would fade in time. What Dremmick was too caught in the moment and worn out to realize however, were a pair of yellow eyes watching his every move. 

	Shye was practically delivered the opportunity she needed. To go for the kill.