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"Son of a-" Sett growled as the wall of bones crashed on him, shielding his head. In an instant, he was buried under it. Then the skulls broke apart as he burst outward, a fiery yellow aura engulfing his body. Drawing back his fist, he glared at the fox. "You don't know when to quit, do you...

Sett didn't hesitate to draw back after his punch landed. On the one hand, she was open to attack, but that also meant everyone was taking the opportunity. There was only so much punishment he could take. Instead, he began evaluating the situation again, employing the same mind that had made...

Sett was trying to catch up with the kid when the fox lady began her counter attack. The arms reached up, grabbing him, and that just pissed him off. "Not today!" he snarled, then began breaking free, avoiding each and every grab with all the practiced ability of a champion. It was almost like...

Sett was surprised when she caught his attack - then had a moment to brace himself before a flurry of fists impacted across his body and he was thrown to the side. "Oh, son of a-" he muttered, dusting himself off. "Better not have ruined this suit." He knew this wasn't going to be easy, but it...

Sett watched, gobsmacked, as the verdict was delivered. "You have to be kidding me..." He watched the unfolding events, unimpressed. So, just like that, she was guilty? No trial, no nothing? God, this was complete horsecrap. Sett stood back and let everyone else rip into the girl who'd passed...

Sett stared at the newly constructed building, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. "Damn, this is pretty nice, I should hire her for renovations." Then she began accusing Jade of murder. Sett was too stunned to even speak and watched as the others did for him, essentially saying exactly what he thought...

Sett held up his hands, palms outward, defensively, trying to calm her down. "Hey, sorry for intruding, but in case you somehow didn't notice, your roommate just died. Via blown off head. That means we need to figure out where we all are when it happened and who we can trust." He planted both...

"Hey, let's keep it cool, guys," Sett said, holding up his hands to signal that, "just because someone's head got blown off doesn't mean we should lose ours." He turned back to Cole. "Now, you say your gun was taken during the blackout last night. Who was near you when that happened? Any idea...

Sett gently pointed the shotgun down. "Now, now," he said, "let's not be too hasty in casting judgment." So that Jade and Cole didn't notice, he winked at Spades. Hopefully, the maniac got the message to keep it cool, for now. He turned towards the suspects. "Now then," he said, sitting across...

"I'm the only one in my room," Sett said, "so I ain't got any roommates to vouch for. So I'll help find whoever you need to me. Just point me at them and I'll get them talking." He inhaled, then gagged. "Okay, gotta agree with shady here, that stench is really getting to me. Let's make it...

Sett raised an eyebrow when the casing fit into the gun. "I'll be damned." He listened to the others talk, waited a bit, then spoke. "I'm with bombhead. Whoever killed this gal ain't the brightest person." He glanced at Spade, then pointed at them. "Which also makes me positive it wasn't psycho...

Sett was a little frightened when he saw certifiable here pull out another gun, likely the murder weapon, and his first instinct was to try and yank it from him, but he kept himself in check. No point in making things worse. After the gun was put down, Sett quickly scooped up the bullet shells...

"Sweet mother of mercy," Sett muttered, "did you have to lick it?!" He'd been silent for now, just watching everyone else do their own thing, observing quietly - but then shadey here decided he wasn't done being a wackjob and truly one upped himself. "Bravo, bravo," Sett declared, clapping his...

Sett grunted. "I'd feel a lot better about being a Roman if someone took the gun from shootymcfedora over here! In-fighting is one thing, but when it involves someone-" Then he stopped. "Hold up." He turned to the detective. "Hey. You said the wound was cauterized, right?" He pointed to the dry...

Sett looked at the shotgun and then raised an eyebrow. He looked back up at the freak pointing it at him. He crossed his arms over his chest. If this idiot tried something, Sett was absolutely going to wail on him harder than one of his pit fighters. "You really sure you wanna point that at me...

Sett stared at the weird, fedora-wearing man. "Okay, you're clearly insane." He clapped his hands together, loudly. "Alright, folks, listen up! Please! I don't think crazy here knows what he's doing. What I think we should do instead, rather than split up, is stick together. We stand a better...

Sett sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I think she had one because someone here fired a gun, and since her killer tore her head off, I'm guessing it wasn't her. Besides, there's quite a few bullet shells here. So I'm guessing she wasn't taken completely by surprise - not that it helped...

Sett stared at the woman's head, torn right off her body. Then he glanced at the bullets. He hummed. "Well," he said aloud, "I'd say she went out fighting. There's no bullet holes in her body, and besides, why shoot someone if you're gonna rip their head off?" He glanced at each person...

Sett listened to everything bomb-boy and Zenitsu said, with rapt interest. Why? Simple. It let him gain valuable information. As he processed this, he let the conversation play out further. Now, he wasn't Sett the vacationer. He was Sett the boss, the man who ran the biggest fighting pit in...

"Ah, that certainly ain't good," Sett muttered, then grinned. "Means, those gods are about to face the boss!" He slammed a fist into his open palm. He was pointedly ignoring Whitty's questions for the moment. Why? To let him stew. He was being paranoid, fine, he had that right. But now, with...