Cursed

Eto followed the group of vampires, obvious fury in his eyes. "Perhaps it would be best if you simply left, after all, don't I still get stares from your bouncer friend every time I come in here?" He asked with an air of confidence. "Or would you rather I take all three of you on at the same time? Thats fair isn't it?" Another condescending insult.

It was the third time he'd been to club pLace. The third time his drink had been denied to him. The fiery eyed vampire wasn't exactly feeling charitable.

"Boring...." Finn muttered, rolling his eyes and not paying any mind to the fight that was about to start. He sighed softly, having hoped this would all go differently.

The Brujah hissed at the men that threatened him, lowering himself towards the ground. "You made a fucking FOOL of me!" He demanded.

Angel cocked a smirk.

"It's not that hard to do. Matter of fact you did all the heavy lifting."

He shook his head but he noticed Eto was leaving. That being the case Angel too would make his way to the door, cautiously.

Eto could hear the movement and easily outpace the Brujah. Instead of blocking the blow, or the assault, the mercenary decided on a different course of action. With that same burst of insane speed it was Eto's face that was in the way of the fist, instead of the back of Angel's head. If the Brujah proceeded with his attack he'd punch Eto right in the mouth, knocking his head to the side, drawing a tiny drop of blood to trickle down his lips.

As soon as movement started Angel turned around and prepared for a take down. But before the Brujah could get to Angel Mr Vadia was in between them. Well this should be interesting.

Finn's wild, manic cackling almost managed to drown out the sound of Eto's word. He had thrown his head back in a flurry of eggplant colored hair, his face open and excited. He clasped his gloved hands together and waited, but the air of the alleyway would feel nearly electric with madness and energy, soaking into everything. It would be impossible, at this point, for anybody to walk away from this fight. "Delightful!"

The Brujah was nervous, almost willing to turn away. He knew Eto, knew the strength he possessed, and had not meant to hit him. If it weren't for the madness taking away every chance he had to turn around, he probably would have left. Yet, as soon as Finn's word echoed like waves through molasses, he raised his fist and went to swing again, this time with his non-dominant hand.