[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Bus Station ---> Bus -- New York
[i][color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color][/i] Healing[/center]
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	Ezekiel snorted and shook his head at Leda's comment of him not being the worst. [color=#EEE8AA]"Oh thanks,"[/color] he said and put the nectar back into his bag. He didn't need to be told twice to get onto the bus and made quick working of climbing the steps and taking his seat, separate from the girls. Ezekiel let out a small sigh of relief, that was the first hurtle crossed and at least his healing was on point.
	He felt a little shaken from the encounter but more disappointed with his poor fighting performance. How was he supposed to prove his was a good demi-god when he couldn't even keep from burning mortals. His confidence was lacking with this mission now and he was slipping slowly into self-destruct mode. Ezekiel wanted to be more than the one that healed every body. No one ever remembered the guy that saved people lives. No, they would remember Leda who slayed the Manticore in the wilds of a New York bus station.  
	He pulled out one of his notebooks and the spike from the Manticore's tail before looking at Leda and answered her. [color=#EEE8AA]"I'd rather be turned into swine by Circe,"[/color] he said before he pulled out a pen and started to trace the spike of the tail and scribbled out some notes and the sensations he had felt when the poison was in his system. If he could manage to hold onto the spike, he would do some more research on it when they returned home.