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Al just chuckled a little at her last statement.

"Heh, fair enough." he said.

"But yeah, it was... not fun." he told her.

"To... understate it." he continued.

"And being hard to kill is quite the asset in the Unit." he said further.

"I'll bet you've been through... a lot." he muttered.

"Yeah, half a week." he replied.

"But I was thrown into cramped quarters while strictly bound." he told her.

"They only unbound me when the rune had been created. And then I couldn't even move properly." he said further.

"So... not TOO long, but it was... 'quality'..." he growled.

He then grabbed the rest of the food, and followed her inside.

"Ahhhh." Al responded.

"Well, that makes sense." he said.

"Fair enough." he went on.

He then stretched out, and groaned as he did so.

"Urgh..." he groaned.

"Feels good to actually be outside again."

"A... zombie?" Al asked.

"I.... huh." he said.

"I've never actually... met one before." he told her.

"So... huh. Cool." he went on.

"I thought zombies were... well... not supposed to be a thing." he continued, before pausing. "And by that, I thought they were created, but the creation process was illegal." he clarified.

"Or... is that the case, and someone didn't give a crap?" he asked.

"....I see." Al replied.

"Yeah, there IS something different about you that I sense." he admitted.

"But hey, that is none of my business." he went on.

"And to each their own." he said further.

"Regardless, thanks." he continued.

"This should REALLY help."

"I don't trust myself to handle food in a moving vehicle right now." Al admitted.

"And pickle fries ARE damn tasty." he went on.

"I would've gotten, but they're a bit too vinegary for me right now." he continued.

"By the way, that was quite the order for yourself." he went on.

"Is that how you usually eat? Because your figure would tell otherwise." he added.

Al raised an eyebrow when she made her order, but didn't say anything.

"I am bloody famished." he commented.

"Gimme a Big Dog meal, chili-fy the fries, and upsize it, with Pepsi to drink, and a Mount Meat Burger meal, upsized spicy fries, with Root Beer to drink on that one." he said further.

"And yeah, Sharp's great for that." he went on.

"The budget he gets is pretty darn sweet."

Al froze for a moment, fear in his eyes, before it quickly vanished and he sighed lightly.

"Ok, fair point." he said.

"And something to help?" he asked.

"Well, food and drink might help, actually." he told her.

"You know, sustenance to strengthen the body and help the essence get back into place." he reasoned.

"And why? Probably because they caught me snooping." he explained. "Plus, they said my 'energy' would 'suit their needs', whatever that means." he added.

"Go with whatever you're more comfortable with." Al responded.

"But there's nothing TO do." he said.

"The rune returned the essence stolen from me... but... all at once." he told her. "So it's gonna be a bit before it all settles down in my body, and I'm back to top shape." he continued.

"Just report to Sharp when we get back, and I'll shout like a 'Yo, I'm here!' or something." he told her further.

"...ugh, I thought I was being really careful about being stealthy, too..." he added.

Azzy just sighed as they drove, and looked at her.

"...I'll level with you." he said.

"Azzy's kind of a code name." he told her.

"I just... well... right, name's Alphonze. And yes, that IS with a 'z'." he said further.

"However, if you want, call me... like... 'Al', or something." he then told her.

"Whatever you'd prefer, to be honest." he went on, before shaking his head.

"Ugh." he grunted.

"That damn rune was really starting to screw with me." he said absently, as he looked out the window of the car at the passing buildings.

Azzy suppressed a bit of a laugh.

"Heaven's Nights Inn." he said.

"Heh." he chuckled.

"And yeah, whatever." he said further, in response to her comment about his name.

"It's what's on my file at the Unit." he said further.

"Ask Sharp if you want to." he told her.

"But yes, let us make haste. Quickly." he said.

"This coven is very large. Their numbers are... well... er... numerous." he told her, scratching his head. "Really wish I could think of another descriptor for that..." he mumbled.

"And they won't be happy to discover this mess... to understate it massively."

The male was silent, before sighing.

"Oh, Sharp sent you." he said.

"That must mean you're with the Unit." he continued.

"And... call me Azzy." he then told her after a pause.

"Thank you for stopping that." he went on.

"I was getting close to my limit."

The witch she had kicked twitched a few times... but had no reaction, otherwise.

As she did so, the male just sighed, and collapsed on his ass.

"Yeah." he said.

"I am now." he told her.

"Thanks... thanks for the assist." he went on.

"But... who ARE you?" he asked.

The male narrowed his eyes when he saw the whip that had formed.

"....crap..." he muttered under his breath.

He then lunged to the side as she lashed with the new weapon, but landed rather clumsily, as he was still fairly weak.

"Damn it." he cursed.

"Whomever's out there!" he called out.

"The barrier cancels projectiles only!" he said, before the witch lashed out with the whip again. The male brought his arm out, and let the whip coil around his wrist... painfully... before attempting a 'tug of war' with her.