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Message: <blockquote data-quote="InVinoVeritas" data-source="post: 3333503" data-attributes="member: 41485">Fr. Berman, Darian, and HieranAs Darian runs ahead, Hieran steps up to place a hand on Templeton's shoulder. "I would do as he says," Hieran counsels. The jester obediently stays put.Darian approaches quickly, wondering what the best thing he could do would be. He sees the long, unwieldly bill of the madman, and realizes, whip in hand, that this will be easy to remove. Fr. Berman stares coldly and confidently at the madman. The policeman wields the power of law, the voice of the city, and the fiery steel of technology against this... person, this... less of a man. This animal-thing. No, there is no way that he is in the wrong. Darian lashes out with his whip to wrest the mask off the madman at the same time that Fr. Berman aims, and fires.Fr. Berman opens a deep wound to the chest, no doubt one worthy of a kill. Darian wraps the end around the beak and pulls--and with a sickening, wet crack, the madman's neck is broken by the high torque and sudden chest wound. The mask does not come off.The priest, watching this surprise occur in front of him, realizes why... underneath the beak, about where the madman's mouth should be, is a keyhole.</blockquote>