[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Comedy Club - Houston, Texas
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	Ezekiel rolled his eyes at Leda, fairly annoyed with her condescending attitude. And of course Calliope only thanks Leda for saving her. Sure, the three of them all participated in some way but the one who delivered the killing blow gets the glory. Of course. The ones who assisted, never get remembered.
	He shook out his ankle and his anger before he looked around at the death and destruction before following the others out. It should fairly well disturb him to be surrounded by so much death and to have participated in the killing and yet, it no longer had an effect on him. Perhaps it should. 
	He walked out, seeing the chariots and one run down looking one. He sighed, trying to think positively as he looked around at the other Hunters and carriages. [color=#EEE8AA]"Well, this will be a much more pleasant journey home,"[/color] he noted.