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He wasn't quite paying attention to what was going around him, it was a chaotic mess anyway. Though he could only be surprised as he felt the pack on his side pulled at as he perks up and quickly looks to see what was going on. A wolf knocked to the side it appeared, a lady watching and seeming to be lost on what to do and the wraith that took the dagger. Well he honestly expected worse so only really groaned at the situation as he raised his pistol and unloads nearly the whole magazine into the wraith.

"[color=goldenrod]You all are just annoying at this point in time! Dealt with far worse back in the second war...[/color]" He'd utter rather harshly, looking around at the chaos as he seems to struggle further and further. His free hand gripping tightly as if he was in pain before slowly letting it go as he sighs softly. His eyes showing relief as he shouts. "[color=goldenrod]You know what? Fine! Alright! That's it![/color]" 

Grasping his hat as he throws it away as a black cloud consumes him out of nowhere, it flowing around the area where the individual was and grew in size further and further. Until out of the cloud a taloned arm reached out and grasped a side of the tavern, another breaking out and smashing into the location of where the wraith was previous to secure the blade in question. The wings unfolding slightly along said arms until they close again. A bellow radiating out which quickly changed to a horrific scratching and scraping of what sounded like metal. Soon the head and its long neck came forth from the cloud, the cloud itself dissipating to show the full body of the wyvern-dragon as along its back unfolded a wall of sharp spines. Bellowing again as his clubbed tail swings and embeds another wraith against the wall.