Alias stumbles upon the scene and draws a long puff on a cigarette. He notes peculiarities that will no doubt influence the future of at least one of those in attendance.

"Nah," he says, catching everyone's surprised attention, especially Demos. "What makes this pin attempt invalid is that I'm not actually getting pinned. How am I supposed to kick out of nothing?"

Demos suspected as much but still seethes as he gets off the poor victim before the three count.

Alias draws a last drag before putting the cigarette out on a nearby rubbish bin, and dropping it into the ash disposal hole - he's not a fucking savage after all. He turns on his heel, and disappears, leaving behind a cloud of smoke obscuring any further answer-


UNTIL DEMOS GRABS HIM BY THE HAIR AND PULLS HIM BACK INTO THE SCENE!

Demos headbutts Alias from behind before spinning the man around into an inside cradle!

"Now this one is invalid," says the real Alias as he watches on while Demos, in his delirium, pins yet another not-Alias. "You can tell that one's not me because of the wrong text colour."

Crickets.

"Oh, that's just me seeing that? Huh..."

True to form, Demos has as much success against the random guy on the street as he would against the real deal. That's none, btw.