Kayla watched the exchange between Izaak and Leske with mild interest. The former's claim to have seen different universes reminded her of when they were back in Dow Jones' food court, and the Dayman had asked Cale if the twins had any relatives in other universes. At the time she had dismissed it as the ramblings of a lunatic, but now she wasn't so sure. It might explain whatever it was that she was sensing from Leske and the Dayman, and why it seemed so familiar. Especially when she was getting a similar feeling from Izaak.<br/><br/>Cale, meanwhile, was returning to his seat, disappointed that there would be no bar fight. He shot a sour look in Spirit's direction and muttered, "Party pooper."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;</span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So....I was hoping we would be able to atleast get some passable slaves from this invasion..but...trust me...just kill them all."</span><br/><br/>Sark smirked. "That was already more or less my plan." He took a stance with his feet at shoulders' width apart, and arms extended in either direction. He flexed, and blades sprang out from his wrists as his<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFPgKeYVJgk">theme</a>began to play once more. He casually strolled through the building, slicing throats as though he was merely swatting at flies. Well-endowed flies. That hooted.<br/><br/>When he reached the opposite end of the building, he turned and raised one of his arms. He closed his fist, signalling his minions. Instantly, vampires started flooding in from every window and feasting on the patrons and servers. Not only were the Nightman-clone vampires present, but there were several peasant vampires that Sark had created while on his way to the Whooters. He grinned as he watched his army rip through the horrifying owl-human abominations, and he began the task of licking his arm-blade clean.