After about a ten minute walk, Ariael would come to arrive at the Laughing Hyena bar. It didn't look as popular as the Bloody Lion, but it still had more customers than anything else in the area. He could tell that it was at least one of the top establishments in the Crimson Quarter. Walking to the front of it, Ariael would stand a couple of feet away from the door and stare at it. His hand would come to rub his chin as he wondered how he should go about eliminating the people inside. It was a busy night, so countless civilians would be in the way (not that he cared). It was just that he would rather take out Bloody Lion's competition quickly.
Scanning the area around the bar, Ariael would see an alley way to his left. Placing his hands in his pockets, he would begin his walk towards the back of the bar. As he walked in the alley his right hand would come to rub the sides of the brick building. The brick was cold, but he could feel vibrations coming from it. The music inside was loud, so he doubt anyone would hear him as he begun his massacre.
Arriving at the back door, Ariael would remove his shield from his back and place it on his left hand. Raising the shield in front of his chest, Ariael would lunge forward and break through the back door. Men in the kitchen who had been working would simply stare at him before screaming in a language he couldn't understand. Grabbing a pair of knives from the counter closest to him he would throw them at two individuals. One knife would find its target and instantly kill him. The other would slice through its target's next and find itself impaled in the chest of another. The knife flying would cause all of the cooks to escape through the back door.
Moving forward, men in suits would enter the doors into the kitchen and would proceed to fight Ariael. He danced around them swiftly while using the kitchen to his advantage. There were many sharp things laying around, so it was like he was in his natural habitat. "Get outta the way!" screamed a man while charging through the door. The man would make a movement with his hand and a stream of lightning would escape from it. Raising the shield in front of him, Ariael could see the spell absorbed into the shield. A smirk would appear on his face while lunging towards the spell user. "Please! I'll give you anything! Just don't kill me!" screamed the man. The pleading would cause Ariael to stop. Usually he would just kill the man and call it a day, but there was some things he needed.
After sparing the man, Ariael would find himself with a bookbag full of various things. He had sent a note to his contractor stating the job was done, but of course it wasn't.
WC: 508