Apparently peace was out of the question now, thank you stupid stupid barman. As the chubby bald man left the safety of the other side of the counter, Renegade reached for his pocket and took out a silver coin. In a quick flash of light the silver coin turned into a 10 inch long metal cylinder covered in tech designs. Using the flash, the super hero threw his cell phone in the air and reached for a metal platter left next to him, an empty mug still on it. He threw the platter right between forth’s hand and the bartender’s back, stopping the attack right in it's track.  His other hand swung at the two, the metal cylinder projecting a whip like stream of glowing white energy that quickly grabbed the balding man by the wrist and threw him across the room, knocking him uncouncious as he hit the wall.

Forth hadn’t even countered that crazy number two was making his move. Renegade’s free hand took Breanna by the arm as her stool itself tried to cock block him. He threw both himself and her behind the counter his cell landing exactly into his pocket, a move he had been practicing for over 3 months now and he wouldn’t even get a chance to celebrate. As they’d land, he'd smash the stool apart with his bare hand to free her and ducked down as the flames all crashed against the counter.

“You alright?”

Renegade asked Breanna in a whisper as he stood back up again. That’s when he noticed the counter was on fire, probably from all the alcohol it had absorbed over the years. A slight look of panic in his eyes, he'd smash his hand against the wood a few times, creating small luminous shockwaves each time that put it out in an instant.

“Sorry about that, I was under the impression that you wanted us to watch. By the way was that rune magic? First time I’ve actually seen any with my own eyes.”

His tone was almost friendly and so was his expression, as disgusted as he was by the two men standing before him. He took out 4 glasses from under the counter and put them down in front of him.

“So anything you guys wanna drink? It’s on me.”

Breanna could have just stayed home for her birthday, but no. She just had to have a stupid adventure. If she lived through this she will definitely do a few good deeds. When Deartian put on that disgusting display, she cringed and felt that ale and bile coming up. She shook her head and she stopped herself from vomiting. The bartender should have ran.

When the two maniacs turned their full attention on her and Sebastien, she cursed quietly, but she was not surprised. She did not think they'd turn on them so quickly. She was kind of hoping they would have killed each other first but alas. When she saw Serge move his hand, she began to slide from her seat. But when the stool itself held her waist and legs down to the stool, she let out a panicked cry. Great, on top of being smelly and demented, the jerk knew magic as well.

She could feel the stool sliding but she turned her head to see Sebastien grab her arm. She smiled a little but frowned when he took them both, and the stool of course, over and behind the bar counter. Deartian's comment about showing them what real horror was replayed itself over and over in her head. She had already experienced real horror and she'd be damned if she allowed that to happen again.

When Sebastien freed her, she was going to thank him until she saw the fire heading straight for them. She squeaked then immediately crouched and she pressed her back against the counter. She closed her hand around her soul stone and she concentrated hard to make the light blue bubble shield surround her body with zero room for anyone else. She figured Sebastien can handle himself. She just focused on keeping the barrier strong as she thought about a secondary way out that did not involve suicide. Then she heard Sebastien start offering drinks. ...No, she could not think of suicide as a secondary way out. She looked up at the ceiling and she sighed. She pressed an index finger against one side of the barrier and she made a somewhat big circle, pretty much creating a hole big enough for Sebastien's arm to get through and grab her in case he had to.

"Sebastien... You're offering them drinks after all of that? Are you crazy or just suicidal?"

Darkness and need, it surrounded him filled him with desire and thirst.  His body was washed in the pain of it, and yet its soothing calm made him feel almost none of it.  Only that calm loving sensation that came for him, when the darkness danced around his body, caressing it, and soothing it like a lover.  He had emersed himself in it, no longer able to take that torture of the outside world.

The smells of blood pumping through veins, and the sites and sounds of the beautiful women and their heartbeats making his blood boil and his own heart race.  His mouth had watered and his body was rigid with need for them so he did the only thing he could think of to get away entirely.  He emerged himself once more into the realm of shadow and darkness, the creatures within it wrapping him in their calming embrace and filling him thoughs and feelings.

Negative as they were, he couldn’t risk being around the humans and hurting them due to his on inneptitude and so like the man who raised him had done once before, he removed himself from the dangerous situation before he did something he would completely regret.

However even ebbing within the tides of darkness and hate there was a pull, carrying him slowly on its currents until the gentle current became a torrent pulling him closer to the world of human dragging him towards the fighting, and the monsterous people that attacked innocents.  And it was within this vortex of evil that a familiar power registered, a shimmering blue, swirling with black energy.  A power he could no more forget than the sound of his own heartbeat.

It wasn’t his grandfather, but there was no doubt the blood that tinged that power, succubus and Lynx, so like his beloved sister, belonged to him.  There was no longer any choice, if he couldn’t have blood and lust to satiate his need, he’d have combat.  The voices of the dark all egged him on whispering in his ear, they attack her.  They mean to kill your blood.  She needs you… your Jessica awaits.

Within the room the shadows and darkness from every corner of the room began to move, a slow mornful howl  rising quickly to a wailing crescendo.   The very feeling of death permeated the darkness even as swirling tendrils of it whisped away from even Serge and Deartian, their on maliciousness feeding the power that began to fill the room.

The darkness quickly snuffed all light, blocking the light from the outside and dousing the fires that danced through the room, candles and manipulated flames alike were snuffed out leaving the whole room cast in that horrible impenatrabled dark, it would be impossible to see within this viciousness, as if the world of darkness itself had consumed the tiny bar.

Within that darkness only two glowing orbs appeared hovering alittle over five feet from the ground shimmering in a blue-white icy glow.  And from them a slow growl echoed in the inky black, leaving no doubt that whatever had entered the room was not human, and it was pissed off.

“This fight…. Is over.”  His voice was a low growl, a sort of gutteral hiss that hung on the air in an ominous warning.  The darkness that permeated the room seemed almost alive, dancing softly around the occupants caressing over their skin, and even drawing more power from the two malicious beings that threatened the tranquility of his home.   The Knight General of Mind, was ending this fight.

(Had lunch with Ray earlier. He's been busy as all get out and asked me if I would go ahead and post and he would take up order as soon as he can)

Serge's eyes automatically tried to adjust to the change in light. He thought he'd noticed the shadows in the corners of the room darkening but thought it was just a trick of his own control of the flames. As it turns out, when the darkness blanketed the place, he was taken slightly aback, and even more so when the voice sounded out explaining that it was putting an end to the fight before it had even really gotten started. Strangely, it made Serge laugh.

"I was only getting started, and you, whoever you may be, are ruining my fun. Amusing," Serge said, more under his breath than anything. His hand curled into the folds of his burlap vest, unseen in the palpable darkness. His shadow ring should have been sufficient enough to rid the darkness from around him, however it did nothing seeing as the Darkness was something that seemed to be living. He found it strange that the power emanating from all of the darkness was coming from the last known location of Deartian. Serge called out, "Hmph. If you must sign their death warrants, so be it."

His mind felt a connection with the wood under his feet through his Earth Rune's capabilities. He could feel every foot pressing down on the wood in nearly specific areas, and he could also feel the shape of the wooden building. Exits, back door, shelves, counters, everything. He lunged to Deartien, who was within arms reach, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and shoved him with abnormal strength toward the door, "Good deed of the day, Check."

In the following motion, he turned in the darkness and lifted his left palm upward, the sound of wood splintering slicing through the malady. Should light have been within the building, one would see floor boards ripping up from under foot, bending, warping and wrapping around the two behind the bar. Spurs sprouted from the wood as if it were rejuvinated back into a living being, just another perk to the Druidic Rune magiks, and branches wrapped the two patrons tightly, seeking to bind the arms to the sides to restrict movement. Meanwhile, Serge's mind split his concentration to another task, keeping control of the wood, but also rapidly increasing the movement of atoms all throughout the building. His right fist held in front of him, he opened it skyward and flames erupted into the air around him, spreading as if an accellerant had been added. The entire pub engulfed into a corporeal flame, surrounding everything around Serge, yet leaving a type of pod around him to prevent personal harm. "Stop THIS flame, ghost."

With the wood in place around the two victims, Serge let his concentration focus on the flames he was manifesting constantly, increasing the intensity in the darkness, burning wood, thatch roofing, and cloth along with melting the metal bindings on the kegs mounted behind the bar. The heat continued to increase until the fire found it's way outside, licking the buildings in close proximity to the facility and catching the thatch and tar roofing ablaze as well. The raging flames would be near unstoppable in the proximity to the lost cause pub. 

A hand grabbed the back of his neck and threw him towards what he only assumed was the door. Deartian understod what his devious little friend was planning and went with the throw rolling onto his shoulder and increasing the speed of the throw. The force blew him through the closed door in a wave of splinters.He rose to his feet nimble noticing not a soul around him. He teeth bared from the insolence of the man who dared to interfere in his matters. Keeping his mind completely clear  he brought his hands in front of him the tendrils ofthe energy he had been gathering in his hands becoming visible and radiating out beside his body as if a hurricane force wind was blowing the energy tendrils backwards. Inside the bar he knew his friend was getting work done, and the possessed man was all too happy to obliterate the entire port to make a point. 

It is time to show these vermin what true power is

Snuff out their existance 

Deartian screamed- the energy he had been gathering through the entire course of the fight pulsating and finally forming together in his hands. A whining sound reverberated through the air, a signal if any to run like hell. He brought the base of his palms together and once the two hands touched the two balls of energy combined together and exploded outwards sending a massive tidal wave of a Nahatakan-Hai Supernovas into the entire city with his body as the epicentre. The white wall of energy rose and quickly spread out around him as the black wal quickly enveloped it and exponentially increased the power. Immediately two wells of intense gravity appeared around him and flew into the shop combining together and ripping apart reality where the pub once stood. The intense gravity wells that were created ripped out the foundations of buildings around him, pulling boats out of the water and deep into the blackness created by the black hole. The intense pressure crushing everything around him into microscopic nothingness.

Smiling he took the cover off of the platter revealing very delicious looking sushi. They were all cut and rolled neatly in lines down the large silver tray. On the sides were green and black sauces that smelled really spicy. He made sure nothing was moving and then looked up at Lalone.

"This is good. It's a nice oriental treat. I haven't had it in this world yet but it looks more or less the same." He picked up a crunch roll between his thumb and forefinger dipping one side in the black sauce and then turning it to dip the other side in the green sauce.

"Yeah it's good with this.. Try not to get full off of..." the firey Sage stopped talking, his eyes widening with horror for a moment. He stood up quickly, his face grim with seriousness. His blue eyes sparkled brightly as he looked down to Lalone. He caught visions of the restuarant they sat in, as well as the entire city going down in a vast explosion of epic level destruction. Thousands of people, dead in an instant.

"Stay right here, I'll be right back. More than likely before the next tray comes out.." His voice was filled with concern and seriousness a drastic contrast to the The firey SeVant that was seen everyday. Gone was his comedic tone and child like smile. He closed his eyes dissapearing in a flash of light, causing a serious reaction to the people who were paying attention as he left.

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"I do believe this is within my scope of interference... Hi." 

He snapped his fingers, a flash of white light englufing him as well as Deartian, the two of them vanishing in an instant right as Deartian put his hands together. The Sage deposited Deartian on an uninhabited island hundreds of thousands of miles off the coast of the Port, almost boarding another continent. The explosion completely decimated the island leaving a sink hole in the ocean. The water swirled around as if a toilet was flushing without end.

Reappearing a moment after Donovan hovered in the air above the water, his hands together behind his back as he looked towards Deartian, his brows narrowed. The after explosion wind carrying his hair and long purple trenchcoat to the side.

“Okay so you don’t feel like drinking doesn’t mean you have to ignore me.”

Rude, the lot of them and who turned off the light? A computer generated sexy women's voice gave him a quick explenation in his ear. "Jacob Deligo, General of Mind." One of the three big shots of this world's military. Sweet! No need to lift a finger now. Though he sounded pissed. Bad idea to lift a finger now. Renegade crouched down, and took out his lighter. Darkness banishing lighter, and Masao thought it was a stupid idea. He looked threw the numerous bottles underneath the counter in the dim light and again took out his cell phone to compare dates and translate some of the texts he couldn’t figure out immediately. Scotch, bourbon, gin... awesomely well aged rum, now we’re talking. His hand pocked over the counter as Donovan stepped inside, only to disappear with two of the glasses he had put there a moment ago.

"Oh fuck off will you, I hate when inanimate objects try to grope me."

The hero blurted out as he sat down, tearing off his body the roots that tried to restrain him. His abnormal strength making it not too hard a task. That freak could at least give them a break, not like they were getting involved in this.

“So yeah about earlier, sorry if I freaked you out when I mentioned your last name. It’s part of my job to know that kind of stuff. Here.”

He poured them both a drink and handed her over a half full glass of rum through the hole in her barrier and in between the roots that grew around it. He then lifted his own glass in front of her for a quick cheer, all the while keeping his lighter on so they wouldn't be completely in the dark.

Everything just went black. She looked around, panicked that someone or something had shut out all light. Worry continued to fill her mind, her breathing quickening. She hated the dark. She hated not seeing any light. Her barrier closed before the wooden branches made their way in. She reached out, touching the barrier with her fingers, somewhat relieved that it was still there. But she could not see it. The light from souls was a bright and beautiful sight. The light's symbolism has kept her from going bonkers whenever she went to sleep. She had a permanent night light. 

She could hear voices and other noises but she became so distracted, she did not even realize who was talking anymore, let alone think about what was happening in the pub. She gulped lightly, beads of sweat starting to trail down her forehead. She hated the dark. She hugged her knees to her chest tighter, a soft whimper escaping her lips. She has not been trapped in the dark since that horrible time she was tortured by that awful Lynx when she was a child. After she was shot, her left eye was also damaged. Lynx have incredible night vision. Breanna did not. Her vision was perfect in the day, but at night she was vulnerable without her soul stone. In fact, she was nearly blind in dead of night. 

She started to rock back and forth, her tail reaching out to touch the barrier constantly, trying to reassure herself that she was safe. She could handle a lot of things in her life, but the dark was one of the things she was terrified of. She shook her head from time to time. Her previous cynical, sarcastic, fun-loving attitude was crumbling. She whispered lightly, strained because she was putting more power into her barrier, hoping that its light could be seen. If anyone were to touch her barrier, they were going to receive nasty shocks, especially now that she was putting more power into it.

"Make it go away. Make the darkness go away now..."

Serge made his move tossing the other guy out as if to try and save him, though doing so didn’t really help cause a moment later he was gone.  However Serge began to renew his assult pinning the other two,  covered by barrier or not in the wood of the floor and once again, began to play with fire.  Such a naughty child.

However with his warning and the second man no longer being present, he was growing weary of dealing with these impudent children that didn’t realize when they were far out of their league.  That was a mistake that this one would not have a chance to make again.

Jacob’s power permeated the room washed it in the inky dark of the malicious force from which he had come.  The very realm of darkness and maliciousness, a sea of negative emotions that flooded his soul and the souls of all men, touching on this room.  Even the swirling fire that danced away from Serge’s hand couldn’t cut through it, between the licking flames the dark remained, smothering fires as they tried to start on the wooden building and still dancing along through the light of the fire, stopping its light from going anywhere and keeping everyone still cast in that impenetrable black.

He spoke softly raising one hand and soon the soft click of his fingers snapping echoed in the dark followed by an almost amused voice dancing on the whispy black.  “no need.”  And then the black spiraled inward, that negative energy opening a void and quickly swallowing that darkness, and the flame wielding psycho, and his fire with it.  The next thing the man would know was nothingness, floating in only that darkness black and brutal, no up or down, like floating in the ocean’s waters but there was no water, there was nothing.  The painful bites of unseen creatures tearing at his flesh rending bone, and devouring his body, one slow bite at a time, was the last thing he would ever feel.  The pain would be intense, those creatures weren’t about killing their prey, only eating it.  That pain, wasn’t just skin and bone though, the bites would rend into the soul tearing at it and leaving mind, body and soul torn and eaten by monsters, that were unseen and absolutely evil incarnate.

Within the bar, safe from the power of the two sinister forces Jacob stood, his long white robes flowing around his body.  His fingers tipped in powerful feline claws, and those silver fangs glinted from both top and bottom, and sharply slitted ice blue eyes turned towards the bar, silver ears tipped in black, the evil of the darkness warping his appearance greatly from his normal life.

He only stood around for a moment before that wonderful feeling washed into him again the feeling of magic so near and dear to his heart.  And with a light bound the sharp feline and demonic speed and agility carrying him over the bare a sharp swipe of his claws rending the wood from around the barrier, that proceeded to shock him sharply when he made contact with it.

His body was shaking as he hissed and purred at the same time.  “Aww, don’t fear.  My … beloved.  Please.. take it down.  So I can hold you in my arms again.”  He hissed and purred softly his body shaking with need for her and his mouth watering.  He had to have her, to feel her, to let that sent and taste consume him.  She could do it, she could satiate his blood completely.

“Ah shit...”

Renegade pulled back his hand as the barrier closed itself. He’d take a sip from her glass of rum, god that stuff was good. He’d have to remember to keep the bottle. Putting the glass back on a stable patch of floor, the colourless hero drew back out his beam blade, extending it to a length of one foot. Holding up the darkness banishing lighter, he tried his best carving off the roots in front of him.

“Hey, lady! Breanna! Fuck’s sake look at me. Focus on the light! You see it? Open your fucking eyes and look at the light.”

Basket case 101, react fast. He took another sip of his rum, somewhat ignoring his surrounding as he tried to pull Breanna out of spazville. He moved his lighter back and forth from left to right, making the flame dance to draw her attention.  He blinked when he heard the other voice. He looked up, his right brow raised up.

Breanna had her eye tightly closed. Her whimpering growing louder. She just wanted the darkness to go away. Tears fell from her closed eye as she continued to verbally wish the darkness away. She did not notice that the threats were taken out of the picture, Sebastien trying to get her attention, nor Jacob touching the barrier. She felt her heart tightening in her chest, not used to putting so much stress into the barrier all at once. If she was not careful, she was going to make herself pass out.

When she took a breath, she felt that tightening even more making her groan lightly and her eye to open slowly. She blinked, more tears streaming down her cheek as she noticed the light from her barrier first. She smiled in a relieved fashion and she let out a soft laugh. The darkness was gone. Maybe the Gods did listen to her this time. She blinked again, hearing someone else's voice speak to her before Sebastien. Did she hear correctly? Did that stranger call her his beloved? She must have been hearing things.

She looked at Sebastien and she smiled a little more. It was sweet of him to try and help her. But her smile soon turned to a frown. Breanna was embarrassed now. He must think of her as some unstable weakling. She hugged her legs tighter, the strength of the barrier obviously weakening to the point of it finally vanishing. She seemed to ignore the stranger near her.

"...That was fun..."

When the barrier dropped around Breanna Jacob moved forward quickly, slipping past where the barrier had at one point blocked his path leaving him now a clear path to his beloved.  His heart raced and his icey blue eyes, slitted and feline, were starting to edge with tears.  He couldn’t help that soft whimper of joy that slipped through his lips.

His tail snaked down and wrapped around Breanna’s as those lean delicate fingers slipped across her cheek, gently caressing her cheek as he moved against her.  His touch burned with his love and desire, he wanted nothing more than her happiness and to have his beloved against him again.  His voice cracking with his almost weeping joy and worry for her.  “Are… you okay beloved?  You don’t need to cry anymore.  I’m here.  No more fear.  I’ll protect you with my life.”

He moved in slowly and kissed her lips gently that small body pressing against hers as he held her against him, one hand gently caressing across the small of her back as the other gently cupped her cheek, his thumb softly caressing her cheek.  His eyes closed softly as he kissed her, feeling himself get lost in the warm embrace of her body against his once more.

After so long he had missed his beloved so much, he couldn’t believe he finally found her again, that she had come back to him like this.  He’d never let her go now, had to keep her, had to have her.  He’d not let anyone, not even the king get in his way.  For his beloved he’d level this city, he’d kill anyone that tried to separate them.  She was back in his arms again.  Nothing else mattered but keeping her in his arms anymore, no problems within this world could disturb him while she was here with him again.

He purred lightly as he moved down and kissed along her neck and shoulder softly his voice soft and almost pleading.  “I need you.  I need it.  Please, help my darling.”  He softly let his fangs slip across her neck he needed blood, his body screaming with the darkness.  His claws, no matter how soft he touched her gently danced across her skin in soft scratches, though they left no marks it was obvious his claws her long and extended.

 “Quick advice, don’t lose focus on your surroundings when you spaz, you just block out possible assistance. Rum? It’s that or a hug.”

His face and tone were serious as he gave her advice, but when he finished a kind smirk grew on his lips as he lifted up a glass of rum in front of her. She had no reason to feel ashamed , he’d seen way worse. Plus in his line of work, fear of the dark is actually a pretty logical thing.

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be a good guy? Give the lady some distance.”

His attention was again drawn back to Jacob as he slipped between them, trying to kiss her. Can’t a guy call dibs in this god damn town? He’d had not yet confirmed their lips had met that his hand lounged forward, grabbing onto the general’s clothes and pulling him back.

Breanna continued to hug herself. This day was lame and she wanted to go back to the old woman's house to rest. She looked at the rum then started to reach out for it when Jacob moved ahead of her. He held her, touched her in such an intimate way that it made her cheeks blush furiously. Her eye widened as if the General had lost his mind. He was speaking to her like he knew her but she did not know him at all. To make matters worse, the crazy Lynx kissed her before Sebastien pulled him away from her. She cried out when she felt Jacob's claws scratched against her face since Jacob was pulled away. There were light marks where the claws were and her eye patch loosened enough to fall onto her shoulders. Part of her scar could barely be visible since her bangs were covering it.

"What the fuck?!"

She screamed at Jacob, embarrassment now replaced with anger. He was calling her his beloved and such. She growled lowly at him, taking a good look. He was about as skinny as her and he looked a little feminine. She reared her right fist back before thrusting it in the face of Jacob, muttering.

"Get away from me, freak! I'm not in the mood to deal with anymore bullshit!" 

He was so happy to have her against him, he had completely forgotten about the other man that was there, that was until he was jerked back away from his beautiful beloved like that, causing a soft mewl of surprise to slip past his lips.  He mewled and struggled a bit his feet barely touching the ground when the taller man pulled him back like that leaving him hanging from his robes looking irritable, the fur on his tail and ears standing on end in his irritation.  He was just unceremoniously removed from his beloved, in such a rough fashion.

However what he saw next made the just base irritation wash in absolute fury.  He was almost shaking with rage as he stared at her cheek.  The blood that began to run down from her face left him almost in a frenzy.  His rage built quickly at the man that had jerked him back, not even considering the damage he would inflict on the person he was trying to protect, and his bloodlust began to burn in his veins leaving his skin hot and his eyes glowing brighter.  He was ready to kill the man beside him just to get back to her.  He would tear the man in half.  He would destroy him for the damage he had inflicted on his beloved.

When she hit him though his rage vanished in the impact of the punch, his lip splitting  a bit, but healing quickly, the darkness swirling from his cloak and repairing the damage quickly before vanishing.  He just stared at her in disbelief, she hated him.  She was angry with him.  She thought him a horrible person.  He couldn’t even think correctly as he felt his heart breaking in his chest.  He just stared at her wanting to cry his body shaking softly.

All he knew was he had to get to her had to have is beloved once again, and had to protect her, to heal her wound.

Finally he had to act, his hand moved up and gripped the man’s wrist like iron, demonic strength kicking in and taloned fingers cutting into flesh.  His action was slow and smooth, his body almost limp in the man’s grip.  He was shaking softly as he whispered coldly.  “Its your fault.  You did that to her.  You hurt her.”  He growled and quick snap kick was placed to the man’s knee with demonic power and force echoing in it.  If the knee didn’t break (not my goal) it would be badly wrenched and painful for at least a couple days.  Finally a burst of psychic power sent the man flying over the bar and across the room, the full brunt like a fist to the chest, as his hand was violently torn from his cloak.

He growled softly as he watched the man fly.  “You hurt her.  You did such damage.” 

He slowly moved up against Breanna again his lean body pressing against the length of hers.  His fingers softly dancing across her other cheek this time as he leaned in slowly.  But this time he wasn’t going for her lips, that soft whisper of love and devotion echoing through his lips.  “I’m sorry darling.  I’ll never… let him hurt you again.” Then slowly he began to lick the blood from her cheek, his licks slowly closing the wounds as that wonderful intoxicating flavor flooded his mouth and mind.

He could feel that warmth in his body filling him with pleasure that wonderful familiar intoxicating flavor leaving him trembling against her as he held her once more whispering even as he licked at her blood.  “My poor darling.  I’m so sorry I let him hurt you.  I’ll protect you, I’ll never let you go.  My darling beloved.”  He shivered and kissed her cheek softly licking her wounds closed.