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"Oh. Well, it's getting late, I must be on my way." To nowhere, she thought sadly. "Perhaps we'll meet again, Mr. Zylo." She turned, yawned, and started on her way, singing to herself. "Oh, the world's a strange place these days, a strange place indeed. You want sun and it gives you rain, a strange place indeed. Dah dah do dah dah."

Lisa wound her way through the dark streets. Left, right, right, right, unfurled her wings. It was a precaution she took each night to make sure no one was following her. "Dammit. Why did I ask that guy so many questions?" she muttered to herself. She ran the rest of the way, until she was at the iron gates. Lisa silently flew over them and landed on the ground with a light fwump! Her feet left small indentations in the soft mossy ground as she walked over to the grave. She sat on the side of it, pondering what she'd seen. She was getting cold sitting on the ground, so she scaled the tree next to the mausoleum, and took out a bag from the hollow in it. Lisa deposited her day's earnings, stowed the bag back in the hollow, and drifted off to sleep on the tree branch.

A cry in the distance woke Lisa up. She glared up at the sky, the moon was still bright and there were no signs of dawn coming soon. "Let's see who it was that woke me up..." she mumbled to herself, taking flight from the tree. She flew, silent as death, towards the local pub. She landed in an alley adjacent to the bar. There was a young woman cowering in the doorway, a man leering above her. "Hey, you!" Lisa yelled, unfurling her wings and flying toward the man. He stumbled back in surprise. "Wha' th' bloody hell is tha'? he cried, obviously drunk. "Your worst nightmare, bud." Lisa replied, pulling her cap across her face. "If you don't leave this young woman alone within the next three seconds, you'll be wishing you weren't alive. 1...2..." The drunk stumbled back into pub, muttering something like "Angel o' death, wha' it doin' here?" Lisa helped the woman up. "There's an inn-" she started but was interrupted by a shuffling in the alley. "An inn down the street, here," she reached into her pocket, and withdrew a few coins. "Take these and stay there 'till morning. Don't tell anyone what happened. Good luck." she said, and walked into the alley, smelling amusement. "Hello? Whoever you are, I know you're there!"

Lisa's expression turned murderous. "Were you...following me?" She asked darkly.

Kenta was found sitting next to a dumpster in the ally Zylo and Linda were in. ((she pretty much lives in the allies)) "Agreed. Very nice" She says bowing her head in respect.

Leaning back over the rooftop, a mysterious figure leaned towards Don whispering, "The male has left now, the two we want are together again. I will give the order when to strike, but only go for the cat girl. And if the Avian hybrid gets in your way, try to get her out of the fight without harming her. Now.... on my mark, go."
Don then opened up a portal and stepped through it and appeared behind Lisa while closing the portal in the process. "Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I really need something from Kenta here." Don said while pointing a dagger to the back of Lisa's neck and looking Kenta in the eyes.

Zylo grinned and grabbed the figure by the back of the neck as he dashed from the shadows, he turned the man in his hand and slammed his back into the wall, "Sorry bud, I don't think that's a very polite way to talk to a lady." his hood still shrouded his face, and he was ready to fight.

"Well, well.... If it isn't our dear old half-lycan. If you really expected to beat me so fast, I would suggest you look around you." Don chuckled as he teleported behind Kenta again and spawned several dozens of daggers around Zylo and kept them floating in the air around him. Allowing no escape.
Looking back at Kenta, Don continued his conversation with his dagger pressed up against Lisa again. "Now, Kenta, I doubt you'd want your friend here to die a slow and horrible death. All I need to do is slip this dagger down into her right upper rib cage. It'll pierce her lung, and it will fill in with blood, quite fast. After about 2-3 hours of coughing up blood, her movements will become slow from lack of oxygen, from both missing blood and only use of one lung. Then after about another 30 minutes she'll start to choke on her own blood and die. I doubt you want that to happen, so I need something from you."