While chaos inside the bar was still in full swing, and the individuals in question were trying to get their way out of the brawl that was forming, something happened to make the situation even worse. Sounds of windows crashing rang in the air, and then seconds later more glass was breaking...except this time, the second round of crashing resulted in wild fire spreading all over the place. Someone was throwing Molotovs into the building! And some people were unfortunate to get hit with said Molotovs, resulting in their bodies turning into painful infernos and ran about, causing more things and people to catch on fire. Screams and panic upstairs said that there was also Molotovs being thrown up there...the whole place was alight!<br/><br/>New enemy!:<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText">Name: Salamaen<br/>
Description: A branch off of lizard men, the Salamaen had adjusted to life in the forsaken deserts of Gha'mos. Their adaptions resulted in quicker and more agile bodies, tough durable scales, incredible resistance to heat and fire, and even gave them the ability to breath fire themselves. These adaptations also resulted in them having red scales and to have spikes all around their body to help in defense. Their favored means of survival is to raid merchant trails and don barbaric clothing to allow easy range of motion and to be light on their feet, their scales providing most of the protection that they need.</div>
</div><br/>If that wasn't bad enough, a whole raiding party of Salamaen jumped through the broken windows and into the ignited brothel. The fiery lizard-men hissed and brandished their weapons. They all had the identical weapon variety...each carrying two weapons in their hands, some wielded maces, swords, or axes. Others seemed to have favored two-handed weapons...but they all wore leather straps, relying on their scales to protect them.<br/><br/>Dementia hummed to himself as he looked at his glass of liquor and calmly started to gulp the whole thing down. Meanwhile the brothel was burning down around him and the Salamaen went about doing what they were told to do. They only knew to keep the Avari target alive by any means necessary. But for everyone else? Well, those that resisted too much were killed by with weapons, bites, or even having fire breathed on them. But those that they were able, men or women, human or Ramen, they took prisoner, putting shock collars on them to stun them and take them for slave trade.<br/><br/>While all of that was going on, the Ramen disguised demon finished his scotch and put the glass down. He pulled out his money bag and put down the correct amount, if not a bit over and stood up from the stool. He cleared his throat as he looked to the bartender, who was now fighting for her life at the hand of a Salamaen, he grinned,"Do keep the change...it was a lovely service." He then walked away as the Salamaen barbarian grew tired of her struggles and used his tail to knock her unconscious and started to collar her.<br/><br/>Dementia folded his hand behind his back and walked towards the entrance, going over to the coat rack. As he grabbed his dress coat and fedora, the rack disappeared and he began to sing:<br/><br/>"I'm waking up,<br/>to ash and dust.<br/>I wipe my brow,<br/>and I sweat my rust."<br/><br/>He straitened his fedora like he was about to head out while the chaos of death, destruction, and enslavement went on behind him. He wiped his wrist and pulled out a cigar, putting it into his mouth.<br/><br/>"I'm breathing in,<br/>the chemicals..."<br/><br/>He lit the cigar and took a deep breath, before exhaling out a deep breath of black smoke.<br/><br/>"I'm breaking in," then he disappeared and reappeared on the roof of the brothel,"shaping up," he raised a hand, as a fist, and then brought the fist down onto the roof of the building, puncturing a large hole into the roof and through the second floor. "Then checking out on the prison bus." He then jumped back down, only causing another hole for more Salamaen to enter the building, as well as smoke to escape so as to not hurt any potential slaves, and to make the building last a bit longer so they could grab the Avari in time.<br/><br/>He looked around him and continued with his song:<br/><br/>"This is it,<br/>the apocalypse...<br/>Whoa oh..."<br/><br/>He then grinned and licked his lips, eager for blood as he let his claws come to his side and made them grow sharper:<br/><br/>"I'm waking up,<br/>I feel it in my bones!"<br/><br/>With that he sliced up a fleeing man like his claws were heated knifes and the man was butter. He advanced forward like he was doing a dance to his song, doing everything in fluid motions.<br/><br/>"Enough to make my systems blow!"<br/><br/>He looked to a woman trying to escape and faced his palm towards her, a shock wave of energy going right for her. It caused her insides to explode and cause a nice smear all over the wall next to her. The demon then looked forward and saw a foolish bouncer try and come after him. This caused him to grin, his eyes covered by his fedora by the bouncer's angle. He raised both of his claws and brought them down, turning the man into sliced bits in an 'X' formation. He chuckled as his claws dripped with gore.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the new age,<br/>to the new age."<br/><br/>He charged forward then and stabbed his claws into a woman's back, the claws going straight through her body and sticking out the other side. He did insult to injury by hissing into her hair before using his needle-like teeth to bite into her neck, severing the major artery there before tearing a nice chunk of flesh off and removed his claws.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the new age,<br/>to the new age..."<br/><br/>He looked around at shocked civilians that were just staring at him...despite all the gore he had just caused, he made sure that his suit had no gore on it at all, not wanting it to stain. His mouth, covered in blood and flesh, grinned...<br/><br/>"I'm radioactive..."<br/><br/>He then stomped on the ground and extended his hands, making a shock wave that forced the surrounding civilians fly in all different directions. He chuckled as he concluded his song with:<br/><br/>"Radioactive..."<br/><br/>He then looked around to find his target and grinned as he made the blood evaporate from his claws, but kept the gore on his face and mouth as he raised his hand to tighten his tie. He then used his magic to allow his voice to be carried out, not caring who heard.<br/><br/>"This is all your fault, Madame W'ineton...By refusal, you have caused this to happen to your place of business, as well as your loyal customers. We can have this all stopped if you come out now and come to the master's palace willingly. The flag has already been planted, the clothes have been donned...don't make this a revolution...the town is already being painted in red. Everything you know is going up in ash and dust...you can't hide forever."<br/><br/>He grinned as he continued to look for her, or anyone that looked like they might know where the mistress of the brothel could of went. It was true, she couldn't hide forever...the brothel would soon turn to ashes, and most of the civilians were already collared or killed. It was only a matter of time until her and the others were found...they had to escape.<br/><br/>But what did he mean by 'the town is already being painted in red'? That was quite the confusing, yet very troublesome, remark...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>