[There was that itch in the front of Dex's mind when Carver boldly walked out with his back do him, something dark and with long claws scratching at him telling Dex to still throw the pool ball hard enough to brain this guy to the point he'd be dead before he hit the ground. He thought hard about it and finally decided that it wasn't worth the trouble he'd get into. The bartender would certainly remember his face and the uncanny aim he had, putting him right back on the police's radar.
Finally, he managed to release his grip on the pool ball, letting it roll back onto the table as he followed Carver outside. He was waiting for the guy to make another move, something that would tell Dex if that fight had only been delayed for a minute or stopped completely.]
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Finally, he managed to release his grip on the pool ball, letting it roll back onto the table as he followed Carver outside. He was waiting for the guy to make another move, something that would tell Dex if that fight had only been delayed for a minute or stopped completely.]