Coming around the corner next is a tall man, not exactly seven feet tall, but close enough to be mistaken for it from a distance. His black duster trails down to the floor and in his right hand is a staff carved with runes that glow, even from ten feet away.
"When I said that vampires weren't welcome in Chicago, I meant that. I meant no feedings. I meant no murders. I meant /no/ harassment of anyone or anything human.
But I guess unlife makes you stupid.
Let me cure that for you." the man says, flicking his wrist slightly.
Brown-Hair suddenly combusts, bursting into reddish-orange flame before Anselm's eyes.
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