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You'd think he'd keep hisss radio on incassse of a emergency but no, not today when we actually have a emergency..* Braarg looked down at Zargs and then up at Ziven again, nodding his head as a sort of Thanks gesture before he turned around slowly so not to knock a table or something over.* It's not that often he has quality time with Nat, Zargs, Besides nobody saw it coming.

That issss sssstill no excussse and OW!* Zargs let out a loud sneer and hiss while Braarg seemed to fumble a little with his feet eventually standing upright again and with Zargs turned towards him, looking like he was about to attack Braarg.* Watch where you ssstep you oversssized orge! You nearly crussshed my ******** tail!* Braarg lifted his foot up and brought it down so hard it actually made the tables and chairs jump, clearly he didn't like being called a ogre.* It's no my fault this place is so small it's difficult to place my feet, and don't call me ogre you little gekko.
Gekko!?, That'sss it, you're going down!* Zargs let out a shriek as he reached and unhooked his halberd from his back, Braarg unhooking his two axes hanging on his waist and getting into position.*Try it and I'll see if your tail grows back after I've cut it off!

Ssstay out of thisss!* Zargs sneered and were about to move when he felt something holding him back, quickly turning around and swinging his halberd in the progress. His weapon coming to a sudden halt and he stood face to face with the only one who matched her ferocity, if not surpassed it. Braarg was quick to hook his axes back into his waist and stand up straight, even slightly trembling.
Ali glanced over at his right arm that had a portion of the halberd blade into his arm, then back at Zargs and Braarg.*Is this the proper way to act considering you two also represent Euphoria?

*Zargs sneered at Ziven's remark before he withdrew his halberd and attached it onto his back again.* The police have picked up their investigation about you, infact someone have given them your most used locations in Durem.* Ali smirked a little and patted Zargs on the shoulder, moving further into the bar after a drink.* I know, I suspected that. Don't worry about it.* Zargs and Braarg looked at eachother as if saying "How the hell did he know that?", then looking back at Ali.* It'll be fun to be hunted by Detective Evans again, sometimes it's fun to be the mouse rather then the cat.
Given your restriction against killing police officers no matter what, This is a concern if you are captured. * Braarg watched Ali for some moments as Ali just starred back at them with his usual smirk, Eventually both Braarg and Zargs laughing a little, though Zargs laugh heard more like a hiss combined with a cough, before they simply turned around and left the bar. Leaving Ali there with that playful look in his eyes again.*

Nope, I've strictly forbidden anyone to take up any action against the police, court and those working in the jail if I am captured.* Ali smirked a little wider, playing cat and mouse with the police was fun for him. Also the fact he had told himself to not kill police officers just made the entire thing more difficult, if you were faced with half the police force armed with automatic weapons aswell as the S.W.A.T. teams then things got pretty hairy and much more fun.* If they manage to catch me, then I think they should get their prize. They even have a entire file case dedicated to me, I'm one of the most wanted men they know.

Oh there is still a mystery involved, Someone wanted me revealed to the police again. Who and why is the questions.* Ali spoke while he poured himself a nice glass of cold, delicious milk. Taking a sip of it afterwards.* Figuring out that will be a challenge.

A bubbling oil like liquid crept into the bar after Flail and made its way past both men to the arm chair in which Ziven read her book to herself. She was such a bookworm. The slick liquid ran up her legs and around her waist and over the shoulder of the chair puddling behind the seat. It bubbled and formed into a liquid silhouette of Yawgmoth before taking a solid shape in a snap. The Titan turned his crimson eyes onto Flail more so to let him know Ziven would be busy, he could chat later.

"We have a little problem we'd like you to solve my dear" he said putting his right hand gently upon her shoulder. When he attempted to do the same with her left she would be able to see the stump that was his left forearm where he had had his hand burnt during his fight with Senstren and had torn off the useless charred appendage. "We may have been a little careless. Without your aid it will take a little over a day to grow back on its own. We would rather have both hands for later tonight." he spoke softly to his wife. "Don't you agree?"

She shook her head at Ali, finding it entertaining that he never seemed to grow tired of falling in to the same set of circumstances.

Seeing Flail, she smiled again, bobbing her head in greeting. "Aye, it has been very long, friend. I am well. How are you, Flail?" she asked cheerfully.

Arching a brow, she lowered her book some as she realized her husband was making his presence known in one of the most odd ways possible. When he spoke and made his intentions known, she shook her head and closed her book, which disappeared in a small puff of smoke.

Gently touching his forearm, she concentrated for a moment before releasing several spells. The effect would be near instant regeneration, though the sensation and full control of the regenerated areas would take a few hours to fully settle in. She looked up to him for a moment with a small smile before she herself disappeared also, one could assume, to resume reading in peace.