<strong>Name:</strong>Ariel Al'kiir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg6780446#msg6780446)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Back room, entering main room again.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Whore and Boyfriend, Rilks, Bouncer, and anyone else joining the party.<br/><hr/><br/>Ariel watched the thug fly out of the room and waited for the man's boss.  She didn't say anything to the two she'd just saved and allowed the boyfriend to bleed on the floor.  Sympathy and compassion had moved her to act, but she didn't have do any more than she'd already done.  Not yet, at least.<br/><br/>Movement from the corner of her eye caused Ariel to shift.  She wouldn't trust someone at her back, even a person she'd just rescued.  Watching both the door and the couple, Ariel diverted her attention for a moment to read the girl's soul, a tarnished little thing but not without its redeeming qualities.<br/><br/>After endless moments of silence Ariel spoke gently in a voice befitting of what she was.<strong>"You won't have to worry about Zharkov.  I'll make sure he doesn't hurt either of you again, or anyone else for that matter."</strong>Her eyes moved to the male and she finally moved to his side.<strong>"What were you two fighting about?"</strong>The angel asked as her hand began to pulse with a faint glow.<br/><br/>A gentle touch to the man's skin and the bleeding stopped.  It was the barest of movement and the briefest of touch but it was enough.  He'd wear his bruises for days yet, but he wasn't going to die and he was unlikely to scar.  Then steely blue eyes fixed upon the woman and the prostitute innately knew Ariel was looking straight into the deepest recesses of her being.<br/><br/><strong>"You know that he's not the only one who cares about you,"</strong>Ariel spoke softly as she referred to the boyfriend.<strong>"The choices you make are yours alone to choose.  You do what you have to to survive, he'll understand."</strong>Ariel's focus moved back to the door and the common area beyond.<strong>"Now.  Tell me about Zharkov?"</strong><br/><br/>Unfortunately, that discussion would have to wait as the back room filled once more with light.  This time, however, it didn't emanate from Ariel.  The flash of heat, felt even in this back conference room, left no doubts in Ariel's battle hardened mind as to what was transpiring.  She rose, white dress suit unruffled and fresh as ever and began walking toward the door.<br/><br/><strong>"Stay here.  Hide if you must.  I'll come get you when this is over."</strong><br/><br/>The silver plated Beretta was removed from his place of concealment with her right hand even as holy blazing light solidified in her left and formed a long sword, angelic runes engraved along the blade and hilt.  A toss of her head moved her brown hair over her suit's collar as she stepped through the splintered door frame which was created by the thug she'd tossed out.<br/><br/>Blue piercing eyes took in the scene within a moment.  The bar was wrecked, it was a good thing she didn't drink much or often.  Vampires, an unknown, a demon and a human she could actually kill.  The bartender, and kitsune seemed ready to do what it took to defend themselves.  She hoped the cowman had the sense to run and hide.  The giant masked man from earlier could prove a asset or hindrance, she really didn't want to have to fight him as well.   Still, the night was proving to be full of entertainment she thought as a small, excited smile dressed her lips.<br/><br/><strong>"Was that really necessary?  I mean, what did the alcohol ever do to you?"</strong>She addressed the quintet casually, and drew their attention upon her.<br/><br/><strong>"You boys look like you could show a girl a real entertaining time.  What's say we get straight to it."</strong>Talking was usually Ariel's strong point, but considering she was zero for one already that evening, she was more than ready to fall upon the old reliable.  She liked to mix things up anyways.<br/><br/>