My Bar

[Z3R0]

*stands and draws his sword, a two handed sword that he weilds easily with one hand but would take two for most men*
*crosses the room to stand by Venom, in front of Lord Apocalypse*
"Excuse me for my brashness Sir, I appolagize, however, I pledge fealty to no man save myself."
*turns to Venom*
"I have a little matter to take care of in the east harbor, excuse me."
*resheathes sword and walks out*

*walks back into the bar, dragging a midget with him who struggles uselessly. Walks over to Venom*
"I think I might have found the problem, and subsequently the solution, to the whole 'demon' problem."
*shoves the darf forward roughly while simultaneously placing a giant hand on the darf's shoulder*
"This is Amon, he's a street urchin of sorts. Apparently, he got overzelous when he was kicked out of the bar for his rawdyness. Well, old Amon here went out and bought himself a ridiculously overpriced ring which can cast apperitions from wherever the wearer is, to wherever he wants them to be. Only thing is, the ring is cursed. The only way to remove the ring is to remove the finger upon which it rests. The ring will then slid right off."
*looks Venom in the eye with disturbing calm*
"This is the only way; trust me, I've tried, much to Amon's displeasure."
*smiles wickedly at the midget who eyes him disapprovingly*
*turns back to Venom*
"What will you have me do?"
*pulls out his dagger and holds it, waiting, watching*