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Dean blinked his eyes slowly at the two. The rumbling of the spear not even making him flinch. 

 . . . Ah. Promises and bindings. That was annoying. But it did little to dissuade him. He did let the ground turn to normal. Though a Pulse of [Will] and [Intention] of his own caused his the latent power of his territory to thrum slightly. 

[color=8dc73f][b]"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, No."[/b][/color] Dean rolled his eyes and flicked his free hand back and fourth. [color=8dc73f][b]"The promise I understand, I get it. Buuuuuuuuut . . ."[/b][/color] He then pointed the bat at Silver Fang. [color=8dc73f][b]"You will be coming back here and talking with Alex."[/b][/color] It was less a demand at this point and more a statement of fact. 

The whole clusterfuck was on the verge of wrapping up, he was not going to let possible the one chance at breaking Alex's burnout streak just walk out of the Undercity with no word of even so much as visiting.

It made sense to leave for the moment. Wounded needed to be tended too, a head count was still ongoing, and the Rippers needed to be rounded up for the Dragon's goons. It was probably more practical for the Templars to not be here when that happens at least.

Though, if Yue was even remotely like how she had used to be back in the day online? Dean cleared his throat. [color=8dc73f][b]"The big man, you, and I still need to have a chat once things are cooled off. Got it, Miss kitty cat?"[/b][/color] The hung his wrists over the bat on his shoulders, leaning forwards and raising an eyebrow. The pose was very reminiscent of his demeanor back in Final Odyssey.