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         Kintry's lips upturned in a very bright and cheerful smirk as the ten left. "Geeze, finally." She then turned to Jace, a pleading look in her eyes. "Can I pleaaaaseee kill her, pretty please Jace?" She then turned back to Ogar as he began to speak, her head nodding ever so softly. She then patted him reassuringly, that same cheerful smile on her face. "Ah, I agree with you Ogar, however, like as mentioned, there are some tactical errors. However! I'm sure it'll be easy to find you some smashing to do in any case!!" She giggled warmly, her whole demeanor screaming 'innocent yet devilishly sadistic child'. The girl tilted her head, her hair falling off of her shoulders and drifting lazily down, hanging in the air. She then shrugged, turning to Rose.

"Rose-Kiva, I'm sure that with the combined forces of the upper hierarchy, it would be so simple to wipe them all out! Please don't underestimate the power of the Aces!" The girl was obviously playful, having absolutely no crossness whatsoever. "I mean, I'd need a whole BLOODY lot of food, but still!" Kintry spread her arms out wide as she emphasized 'lot', her head tilting back for the same reason. She then shrugged, giggling ever so softly. She smiled at Dmitri, but a smirk soon entwined on her lips as well. She quickly got up, settled back on the couch and having discarded her now-empty marshmallow bag, she turned into an owl, swept down over to him and plucked his hat right off of his head by the rim and dip in the design. Landing a couple feet away from him, the girl returned back to normal, placing the hat on her own head with a sweet and all-too-innocent smile. She then flashed him a wink, sticking out her tongue. Her features practically screamed 'if you want your hat back, you'll have to come get it~'. Just for good measure, the Ace placed one hand on the top, making sure he couldn't just use telekinesis to grab it off. That was cheating.

         Pandora raised an eyebrow and nodded at Ogar's outburst. "I agree with Ogar. Direct action is most definitely the only way to ensure that the citizens of the Cove stay controlled. I agree that it is not difficult to do such a thing, and that wrecking their ways of life sends a decent message and relays our point quite nicely. In addition, whatever the final course of action comes to be, it needs to be administered in a timely fashion, before the mess gets worse." She nodded once more, confirming her advocacy of Ogar's suggestion. The problems in the Cove would escelate if nothing was done. It was foolish to sit around and take no action. And, if the Cove were to dissipate in the process, so be it. No matter what the cost, the order previously upheld within the Hierarchy must not crumble, lest the balance they had all known cease to exist. The problems in the Cove were only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. It would worsen exponentially, the Ace of Spades was certain, if immediate, effective action was not taken.

         “Yeah?” Saunders replies, looking impassively down upon Nikki, “he swept you, you went down, he bent to help you up. Wouldn't of taken a second to slash you while he was that close.” Still, Wyvern contemplates as he stares down the length of his outstretched escrima stick at the intimidated Lex, the stammering, restless boy seems harmless enough. Whether he replaces Nikki's food with his own out of genuine guilt or to come off as undeserving of a beating Wyvern is not aware, but the gesture is enough to have the extended arm fall, and a tight grin to flash across the mechanic's face, “alright guy, I'll believe you.”

The majority of the surrounding onlookers had broken up by now, but there were still those especially keen on seeing a fight. The first disappointed jeers reach Saunders from a small collective of bare-chested skinny smugglers, and receive in response a guttural growl. Wyvern's vocal chords can be seen to vibrate clearly in his throat, in craft and release of a most intimidating noise – as if it were a tyrannosaur, not a man, that bared his teeth towards the aggressors. “Sod off!” Maxwell waves one of his escrima sticks in a wide arc, turning on the spot to look upon others who were joining in the attempt to stir up a fight, “you bleedin' maggots! Nothin' goin' on here.”

Saunders continues to shout off the milling remnants, some offering crude incentives for a bit violence, until they begin to trickle away. It is then that, by complete chance, swivelling hazel eyes land upon a rare spectacle here in the Cove, one Wyvern is surprised isn't drawing as much attention as he. Something in the way the waning sunlight reflects a tantalising shimmer down the length of blonde curls that frame a form slender as it would to cause a stir in any red-blooded male. But it is more than beauty that keeps Saunders' eyes peeled, his expression softening from anger to an apprehensive curiosity. The way she stood, and observed, relaxed yet readied. Primed, as they were made through their training. Prepared to become deadly at the snap of a finger. Whenever he'd seen them in the past his response was immediate, situational and instinctive – strike before they could, or run. Yet this one... Maxwell exhibits a moment of intense focus, his lips peeling back in revelation of a gritted teeth, while the walls of his nostrils flared with a powerful snort. He has her scent now, and could trace it later. This in mind, Wyvern tears his gaze away from Evita, and projects it onto Nikki.

“No problem, doll,” he speaks in casual response, and lifts his arms to replace the escrima sticks within their binds on the inside of his jacket, hidden from view, “they call me Wyvern, and so should you. Hey, you kids spent long in the Cove before now? Couple-a places you want to avoid. Say, guy, lemme see that meat – and don't wet your knickers again, I got money.”

         Lex Ashford

"Hungry... Oh so very hungry."

Lex was not a happy camper right now. It had been days since his last fulfilling meal and the last of his money was spent. Gone. Kaput. He had a canteen full of water but water was about as filling as a stick. He decided to take a chance and wander into the city. He could see the Spire towering overhead, as if the people inside were watching his every move.

"How do all these people live so freely when so many humans suffer?" he thought. He wasn't a big fan of the Hierarchy or humans but he tended to side with humans on most things. Lex spotted a new butcher shop at the next intersection and immediately began to think.

"I'll just run into the shop, grab some meat, and bolt out. That's it. They won't ever see me again." He began to build up speed, his feet pounding towards the shop. As he ran, people jumped out of his way, not wanting to run into a smelly teenager. Lex pulled his knife out of his pocket and tapped the side of the blade turning his body into steel.

"Geronimo!" he shouted, right as he jumped through the butcher shop's street-side window. Seeing the owner's shocked face, Lex gave a little wave and said, "Hi there!" before promptly punching through the display and grabbing whatever meat he could carry.

"See you tomorrow!" he said jokingly. He ran through the front door, breaking it off its hinges. He bolted through the the streets of the city, not stopping for traffic or anything else, and into the surrounding forest before settling in a glade not too far from his previous camp. He plops down on to the ground, slightly fatigued with his run out of the city, and goes through his treasure trove of meat. Sorting the different cuts of meat, he decides to the Cove to see if he could make some money off this stolen meat.