I think Vaggie dragged you off. It wouldn't have been your style anyway.
[ah. So that's what she's planning. Alastor starts to speak when one of the local demons, a large bull-like fellow, rushes at them with a baseball bat. How rude. He holds a finger up to Charlie, a silent "one moment" implied, and four shadow tentacles emerge from his back. One trips the demon by wrapping around his ankles, one wraps about the baseball bat and pulls it from his grasp, and the other two do a fine job of stabbing the demon through the chest and abdomen. He falls to the ground in a heavy slump. Alastor beans him on the noggin with the baseball bat for good measure before turning back to Charlie]
... Let's continue this conversation inside, shall we, my dear? These ruffians don't know who they're dealing with, and I'd prefer not to have to swat flies while talking about such matters.
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[ah. So that's what she's planning. Alastor starts to speak when one of the local demons, a large bull-like fellow, rushes at them with a baseball bat. How rude. He holds a finger up to Charlie, a silent "one moment" implied, and four shadow tentacles emerge from his back. One trips the demon by wrapping around his ankles, one wraps about the baseball bat and pulls it from his grasp, and the other two do a fine job of stabbing the demon through the chest and abdomen. He falls to the ground in a heavy slump. Alastor beans him on the noggin with the baseball bat for good measure before turning back to Charlie]
... Let's continue this conversation inside, shall we, my dear? These ruffians don't know who they're dealing with, and I'd prefer not to have to swat flies while talking about such matters.