Ben pulled out a hilt. The hilt was as black as marble and with no blade, but as soon as the hilt was out, a blade quickly 'grew'from it, as black as the hilt. It was the sword Oni, one of the twin swords Matt had given him. He brandished it ready to strike at any and all who asked for it

Ryvaken just rolled his eyes and took to the air faster than the human could punch. Sighing, he loosed another arrow that shattered a bottle. Rather than knocking a third arrow he let the bow hand in his hand as he hovered just over eye-level. "Do we really have to do this?"

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The man took a step back out of shock and stumbled, hitting his head on a chair; his foot was in no condition to be stepping with. His friends soon realized his injured foot and brought enough intelligence together to throw a bottle at Ryvaken and charge Ben.

Ryvaken sideslipped around the bottle with feigned indifference. He sighed and gestured at one of the men, causing a blue flash of electricity to catch him in the head. It was a fairly weak jolt, barely enough to make his hair stand on end. "We don't have to do this."

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Ben kicked one man in the crotch as he ran towards the Neko-Oni, then turned when Ryvaken unleashed the blue lightning

The drunks were delt with quickly, ending in a scattered heap on the floor. The rest of the bar patrons were lining the walls, some collecting money from others after betting on the all-too-short fight. Still others left to get a healer for those that were bleeding.

Krista disapeared out the door during the scruff, wanting to get as far away as possible. 

Ben sat back on a stool, watching the aftermath of the fight.

He turned to Ryvaken

"Not bad"

"This sort of thing happen a lot around you?"

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"Not this quickly. Usualy I have more than an hour"

Ben ripped the shirt off one man and strated to clean the Blade. Luckaly, he hadnt killed anyone, but he had a fear that he still might before his next rip

Ryvaken rummaged through the men's pockets and flung whatever cash he found at the bartender. "That cover the damages?" He waved at destroyed bottles, an overturn table, and a few arrows in walls.

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"y-yes, thank you..."

 

The bartender took the money, nodded, and took the stairs to the second floor. He had seen enough trouble for the day.

Ryvaken hovered at Ben's eye level, streaching a bit as if cooling down from some exercise. "I think we'd best leave."

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"No argument"

Ben looked around at the survivors

"What happened to the girl?"

Ryvaken looked around. "Where's her uncle?" Spotting the fleeing bartender, he gave chase upstairs.

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The bartender made it half-way up the stairs before halting. He raised his hands at the faerie.

"Please, i don't want any trouble!"