Hebrews 10:31

Entry twenty-four, March 10, 2015.

Tear off the limbs of the nearest bartender. Fasten them, and every organ, on to your body. You'll have a real meat shield to keep you warm in these desperate times.

You might get a promotion to General of Poor Decisions soon, Javert has informed me that murder has been added to my crimes. That said, it is warm, and at the very least I'm armed now.

Hungry Jack stares at me disapprovingly. Voodoo Steve is still too busy trying to keep the sheer amount of dark justice in the area from tearing us apart.

Okay, okay. Let him in the bar, then lead him out of it.

Then he'll be disbarred and will therefore lose his law powers.

Javert is arguing that as he is a physical embodiment of the law and not a lawyer he thus cannot be disbarred. Fortunately, I countered that his powers did in fact come from lawyers, and thus those powers are negated. He has begrudgingly agreed to not rely on them, but even without said powers he is still a formidable foe, and I am slowed by my meat suit.