Something was wrong, indeed. He was already sorta uneasy about the concept of doing jobs for drug abusers - and possibly dealers - but there was something about this situation that unnerved him even more. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, though. The mood, perhaps? Either way, Aiolos was not going to bail just yet; the first steps of any journey are the most important, after all.

Aiolos nodded firmly and followed the fat man, getting himself slightly more on guard just in case.

Alarms were practically blaring in Aiolos’ head at this point. Everything about this screamed ‘AMBUSH!’, or at the very least ‘this is NOT a good situation’. To make sure he was ready to use his birth magi, Aiolos had his insect creations materialize from under his feet to boil the water he would otherwise step on. They would be summoned in just enough of a quantity to not be easily noticed as Aiolos made sure to take small, guarded steps.

“In Ordung. Solange ich nicht getötet werde!” Aiolos joked and laughed.

“What th—“ Was all Aiolos managed to exclaim before being struck into the ground by the large mans heavy attack. His head hurt, he felt nauseous and his vision was blurry; this was not a feeling he was used to experiencing. Despite this, through sheer force of will, he managed to stay calm and release a swarm of 20,000 fly-like creatures from the shadow under his armpit. They were given the command to bunch together and attack the heavyweight man.

Individually, these flies were extremely weak, but bunched together, their combined energy should burn strongly. At least, that’s what Aiolos assumed. It wasn’t until a couple months ago he even realized he had a power like this, so he hadn’t had much time to experiment. He’d barely had enough time to be able to create creatures that wouldn’t collapse under their own mass.

Even if the flies wouldn’t deal much damage, they’d still serve as a good distraction considering their brightness and the noise they were making. With this is mind, Aiolos attempted to stabilize himself and utilize the distraction to fire a magic burst aimed at the heavyweights face.

(Exp or nah?)

Shit, shit, shit! This was not good. Any second now, the drunken ‘angels’ would come and go after him too. On top of that, Aiolos had just murdered someone in cold blood; more specifically, someone who wasn’t necessarily going to kill him. Exercising deadly force in the name of self-defense was legal in Germany, yes, but that was not the reason he was beginning to panic. Aiolos tried taking a couple deep breaths, but halfway through the first one, he found himself puking. “What the hell... this is pathetic...” Aiolos mumbled under his breath, wiping the stomach liquid and half-digested bratwurst off his mouth with his sleeve.

With a quick flare, Aiolos covered his entire body in a layer of the burning fly-like insects with a very specific command; to not burn him, his clothes or his belongings, but to generate enough heat to slowly dry off the water. With this, he could attempt to stabilize his breath and prepare for the people who were about to come.

"So the delivery job was sending him to his grave..." Aiolos said to himself bitterly. He had always been the naive type, trusting even shady types for the most part. Being made a fool of like this back to back made his blood boil for the first time in a long while.

On the other hand, however, he was also a logical person. Attacking or attempting to kill the bartender wouldn't do him any good besides providing a small sense of catharsis. So, Aiolos opted to simply smile and walk away, silently ordering his flies to pick up and dry off the bills for him. The dizziness hadn't settled yet, but getting out of this alley might help.

Midnight, huh? Aiolos supposed this would be a good time to resign for the day, so he decided to look for a hotel nearby, or something to that extent.