[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Comedy Club - Houston, Texas
[i][color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color][/i]  [/center]
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	Ezekiel glared at Marsyas as he knocked the bow from his hands. Clearly the saytar did not want to yield. Well, that was fine. Ezekiel still had his sword. He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out his pendant as the glass shattered and arrows fired around them. He pushed the middle of the pendant and it transformed into his sword. But Ezekiel didn't get time to wield it as a blur of light flashed in front of him and Leda took out Marsyas. He rolled his eyes when she mentioned she had to take care of it. [color=#EEE8AA]"No, actually you just couldn't be bothered to not be the one who didn't have the killing blow. That doesn't make you better than the big three,"[/color] he declared. 
	He watched her pick up her pelt and put his sword away, slipping the pendant back into his pocket. [color=#EEE8AA]"Or you could have it made into a fur coat."[/color] Ezekiel walked over to where his bow had landed and picked it up, checking it for marks before looking at Calliope. [color=#EEE8AA]"Doing alright? Did he mark you up or cause any injury that you want healed?"[/color]