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It had been such a pleasant day… No fights in the club, no jerks pestering him, no work the next day so He could stay until late. The god was so happy that he had stop for a tea and some pastries before going home, not caring about the punctual bad looks because of the make up or the boots and fishnets peeking out from under the coat. His usual spot was empty and the bartender had remembered the extra sugar without him telling a word. yes… Good times… Until a dark elf had crashed through the wall and into his table.
The other costumers had began to yell and run, the bartender was scared out of his mind and sounds of fight reached his ears. What kind of psychotic mind would attack at 6 at the morning? What was wrong with supervillans those days?
He pecked through the hole in the wall just in time to see another dark elf, being beheaded by a familiar figure.
A very, very familiar figure.
The Lady Sif looked up just in time to see him stare.