Kitharsis raises his eyebrow as the six men burst in and demand attention. He sips his non-alcoholic drink as he watches them. As the black robed man dashes into action, he sets his drink down and watches.

Not bad.

As his sword shoves through the man, Kitharsis watches as the other criminals spread out, each with an innocent along for the ride.

You know what to do. I know that you've been restless.

The six knee high skeletons all look towards the closest criminal. An unshaven man with a rather large firearm pointed at a dishevelled(sp) old man.

One skeleton begins chanting their own language of magic as the other five surround the man with the gun. He hesitates, not knowing what the heck is coming towards him. Tiny skeletons? Did he smoke something on his way here? No, this must be real...!

Before he can think, a shimmering shield forms around the hostange, protecting him from harm. One of the skeletons launches a fireball at his weapon, causing the gunpowder to explode in his hand. All that is left is a stump of an arm, and the old man held hostage is unscathed. The frightened criminal drops his hostage as he pulls out a pistol from his belt. He quickly fires a bullet at the nearest of the skeletons. It was glowing with magic as it was in the middle of a spell. The bullet crashes into the little skeleton's skull, causing it to crack and break. The rest of its body disintegrates into specs of sand.

Enraged, Kitharsis rises from his chair, and before the criminal can take a breath, Kith has his massive hand around the man's throat.

"Bad move." Is all he says before a glowing red tendril snakes out from his forearm. It coils around the criminal's head and once it covers it completely, it tightens, crushing the poor human's skull.

The coil fades out of existance once its job is done, and Kith exhales violently in disgust.

The now five knee high skeletons around him each had a ball of energy ready to fire at the the crimal. Dissapointed, they let go of their spells as the follow Kith back to the bar.

"Good Riddance." Is all he mutters as he sits back down, keeping an eye on the other four criminals in the room.

>-----------------------------Meanwhile--------------------------------<

Kelvack was a bit surprised when he was grabbed by the scruff of his neck as he was taken for a hostage. That black robed man was fun to watch, but now that he was part of the show, perhaps he could have some fun too...

"Please sir, I mean no harm." He says, pleading with the criminal.

"Shut up!" He yells, as he shoves the barrell of his pistol deeper into his neck.

Fine, you don't want me to make a sound, then no sound.

Silently, the tails of Kelvack's duster wrap around the criminals leg. In a fluid motion, they yank forward, pulling the legs out from under the man. His hand flinches and presses the trigger on his gun. The bullet tears into Kelvack's face, ripping off flesh like silly putty.

Without even an grunt, Kelvack swings around on one foot. His hand formed into a fist already. Using his momentum, he brings his fist down into the man's midsection, knocking the wind out of him.

Breaking his own promise to himself, Kelvack speaks with his torn up mouth. "I kind of liked my face. But its ruined now. Here, you take it."

Kelvack then rips his own face off of himself. As he holds it limply in his had he looks down at the man lying on the ground below him with his eyes that are now in his hand along with his face. "Catch." It says.

Freaked out completely, the criminal's face goes pale as Kelvack tosses his face onto his chest. The eyes look up at him, blinking from time to time.

"Next time, take a more sane... and more flimsy hostage." The face says, as it bleeds through the man's shirt.

Once the blood touches the man's skin, it solidifies into a sharp spike. It drives itself into the man's skin and comes out the other side, raising him into the air as it sticks in the floor boards.

"Too-da-loo!" Kelvack's face says, as his body bends down to pick it up.

After a squishy session of arranging and rearranging, Kelvack's face is back to normal, well, almost. The pieces blown off by the bullet are still scattered around the room. He begins to crawl on his hands and knees looking for them. Once he finds a piece he shoves it into the appropriate hole and keeps looking for more.