The Omniverse Bar (Non-Canon)

[Demetri Malius]

Just as the theif was was slipping away from his image, the girl dropped her weapon. The shot rang off through the taver and -


HOLY KNAVES ON THEPIGS STYE WHAT IN HEAVENA NAME....

The pain. Oh god.

It hurt.

A lot.

The thief's image faltered as he seemed to teleport a few feet. The action didn't faze the drunken lady, who was probably already seeing that with everyone in the tavern.

The rogue grbled at the girl before reaching into his satchel and grabbing the stolen dart, which he hastily tossed. With a gamble the girl fell to the side, her weapon clattering to the floor once more as the dart whizzed past her face... right into the shoulder of the pink haired little girl.

She turned, her head twisting as life she had no restinging bones or muscles, like some kind of horror movie. Oh this was not good. Not good at all. Demetri quickly grabbed the scythe, hopping on one foot as he grunted with each jump. He felt pain all over.

"Ay whaddur yuh doing, Gib that back..." The drunken woman slurred.

Hell no. He was pretty sure that little girl across the bar was going to kill him.