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Syphax Gallus Aquilus

	A lone harpy sat alone at a table in a heavenly bar, nursing a mug of some alcoholic concoction while a number of scantily clad Angelic races made their ways around with trays of similar drinks.  While not exactly a place that was as clean or respectable as the rest of Heaven, the drinks and women were cheap enough to serve even the lowest of soldiers regularly, and this humanoid killer had no intention to waste all his coin in one place.  He downed the remains of his current drink and slammed the iron base of his tankard into the hard wood of the table, the universal signal for 'I need another drink yesterday!'  His unspoken call was answered quickly as one of the waitresses passed by and dropped off a cup for him, fresh from the tap and filled to the brim, leaving the other container behind.  He picked up the new one as a small group of three angels skulked their way over, earning an eye roll from the hybrid that was just trying to enjoy a quiet night for once.

"Hey, Snatcher, take a hike.  This is a bar for respectable races, not trash like your kind."  To seal his point, the apparent leader of the group, a tall humanoid with a chiseled jaw and similarly attractive features, took a knife from his belt and stabbed it into the table.  The seated warrior tensed.  "Tell me, you have a name, Snatcher?  I wanna know who I'm evicting today."  He laughed, the rest of his crew joining in a second later.

	The harpy sighed and set his drink down, smacking his lips before staring the obnoxious man to his side in the eyes.  "They call me the Knight of the Southern Winds.  If that means anything to you, you'll fuck off back to your mirror before I garrote you with a table."  As he expected, the entire group scoffed at the threat and had no intention to leave, whatsoever.  The knight shook his head, laughing slightly as his left hand dropped to his side.  "Y'know, I expected an angel such as yourself to know who not to pick a fight with."  A second later, a crossbow bolt found itself stabbed into the abdomen of the haughty being.  The bolt was then ripped across the poor man's gut, delivering a painful and messy death as his intestines were lacerated and blood spilled onto the bar's floor.

	The other two angels reached for their weapons, but found themselves looking up at their crumpling bodies before their hands even got halfway to them.  The slow, distinct sound of steel sliding back into a scabbard was heard, along with the clicking of talons on a hard wood floor as the Knight of the Southern Winds left the fight he had finished before it began.  On his way out of the bar, he yoinked a few mugs for the road off of a vacant table, his wings barely fitting through the door even in their folded state.  "Really?  A thin door in Heaven's capital?  What dumbass let this place go in..?"  He shook his head and looked up from the tiled floor outside the bar, spotting a familiar face and changing his look of annoyance to one of excitement, for a multitude of reasons.

"Dora!  How'd the last battle go!?"  He clicked his way on over to her and pushed one of the tankards he had taken with him into her free hand, holding the other to the girl that was having a hard time keeping up.  "And who might this be?"  He looked over the newcomer with curiosity, his expression coming close to that of a confused bird of prey.

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