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Cue Korby just dashing at them. "Poyo poyo, poyo poyo poyo!" (Translation: "Hey- HEY, let me deal with them! I haven't had a good combat arena in a long time!")

Klaus leaned on one of the broken tables, "Oh... They seem angry. Old ex-coworkers or something Fivey?" Klaus said, batting his eyes.
"Yeah, ex-coworkers. Surprise, surprise, huh?" Five shrugged and reloaded his rifle.

Korby threw it's ultra sword up. Then stored it into the inventory. Then it swapped to the burning ability. Flaming tackle time! Now who's gonna stop me?!

A lot of the assassins were burned and they fell to the ground, shouting in-pain.
...Did Hazel and Cha Cha flee again? Cowards!

Korby went back to Five then swapped back to the normal ability, eating a maxim tomato to recover full health. "Poyo poyo poyo!" (Translation: "Evil can't win!")

Five looked around, most of the assassins were gone or dead.
"Great job, little guy." He pat Korby on the head.

"Klaus, how the hell did you get that Ice Cream truck anyway?" Five glanced at Klaus.
"I don't know." Klaus, h*gh as hell, shrugged.

"Poyo poyo. Poyo poyo poyo!" (Translation: Yup, thanks dude. Also, Not only i can do basic abilities, I can also fuse other abilities to do combos!) Korby said, suddenly now explaing that you can now use combos on certain abilities if they are holding one.

"I'll get some nanocrete to fix the ceiling."

Wakes up from his nap and eyes the destruction around him "Ummm what in the name of the goddess did I sleep through this time?"

Azumi stared at Drago blankly and gives him a sandwich with tofu inside. She then walks over to a conveniently placed laptop and plays some tetris.

“You’ll be surprised at what happens in this bar”, he said.

A new face entered the bar in that moment. A rather tall man with shaggy brown hair. His clothing was plain, at least in a modern sense. Blue jeans, loggers boots, a simple white t-shirt covered in a black and blue flannel button up. Covering that, a simple dark tan carhaert jacket.

Multicolored eyes quickly scanned the main room for empty seats before settling for one at the bar itself. With long legs, the 6'5" man made it to his selected chair rather quickly and sat down. He ordered a beer when asked what he wanted, and waited.

Folo floated out the ground inspecting this man, she'd float around him "Hmmm, well your new?'

The man gave a start when spoken to, twisting around toward the voice. His eyes seemed to widen upon seeing her, and instinctively started reaching for either Salt or something made of iron.

He hadn't come here for a hunt, so he hadn't expected to run in to any sort of spirits or monsters. Sam had arrived totally off guard. He cringed inwardly, if he survived what he, at the moment, perceived as a threat, his brother would kill him.

"H-hello..."

He spoke in his usual soft, yet deep tone.

"You're...not a Vengeful Spirit or some other sort of monster that kills people, are you?

He proceeded to ask. He usually didn't go with this line of questioning, though most creatures he hunts, he does extensive investigation on after they've already left a trail of bodies.

Maybe he lucked out this time and found a friendly ghost.

"I mean I could harm someone, but thats just my telekinetic pressure-" she shrugs " Happens Rarely" she'd say raising her finger, causing him to float "Hehe"

He let out a sharp breath at her words, his nostrils flaring slightly. Ah, well, it's starting to sound like he may be screwed. He took another, sharper, if not panicked breath as he started to float and instantly grabbed the edge of the bar in attempt to hold himself down. His mind instantly started racing.

He should be used to this by now, really. It happened all the time. People always did things to him without even asking, ever since he was a kid.

When he noticed his breathing picking up more than it should, he silently started working on calming himself.

"U-um....c-could you put me down...please?

"Of course!" She'd place him down, sitting on air "So who might you be?"

He sighed, albeit shakily, when he felt himself rest back on the stool he'd been sitting on. He took another deep breath before speaking.

"Thank you."

Clasping his barely shaking hands together, he pushed a thumb into his left palm, where the faint remnants of a scar could be seen.

"I'm Sam."

As Korby is just sitting on the table, they start writing in a journal. Maybe just to record on what happened within the days. They just had to deal with Hazel and Cha Cha and the others. Maybe, if they can keep this up, Korby should be able to protect the bar at all times. We'll see about that. But for now, Korby's just sitting on the table, enjoying the peace then they sighed.