Chike, Eric, and Ceri crowded around the window, in an attempt to observe whatever situation was unfolding outside. A flash of red light meant that Ares had left the humans to their own devices, more than likely having some sort of scheme of some sort or another to work on. Chike's attention was not focused on his master, however. His focus was on the scene before him.

The icy streets had just started to thaw. Piles of black snow clumped together at random intervals on each side of the street. Cold water rushed down the slightly slopping streets and into the sewer below. The Followers of Ares lined the street, staring in awe struck terror at the new arrivals. The rugged band of brigands and revolutionaries held each other, unsure if they should make a run for the many buildings around them. No one moved, however. It would seem they were all to terrified to even breathe, let alone move."Who are they?" A man asked, stumbling over his words in a whispered tone."N-No idea, man. Are they here for us?" Another man answered with more questions."Who else would they be here for?" A woman behind them growled harshly.

[color=0054a6]"Where is Doctor Eric Saxer?"[/color]

The voice was obviously masculine, yet had a distinctly robotic edge to it. The individual's demand echoed throughout the street, and the crowd of people began to move back in a desperate and unorganized fashion. The ground itself seemed to shake, as the source of the voice stepped closer to them. In turn, the crowd retreated further.

[color=0054a6]"You will not be harmed; I will allow you to leave peaceably if you only tell me where he is." [/color]

Chike could not yet tell who was speaking from his observation point. His accent, however, intrigued the Avatar of War. [color=aba000]"I'm going out there. Don't leave this room under any circumstances...Either of you."[/color] With that, the African warrior stepped away from the window. He calmly made his way out of the apartment and down the stairs, leaving Ceri and Eric alone."Who is he, Eric?" Ceri asked after a moment."My worst nightmare made reality." Eric replied darkly.

The door to the apartment building burst open as Chike flew out and into the street. His sword was once again at his side, spear and shield in hand. Polemos made his way to the center of the street, standing between the men looking for Saxer and the mob of frightened vagrants.[color=aba000]"Who are you?"[/color] Polemos spoke loudly, with great authority. He stood tall before the opposition, unafraid of their weapons.[color=0054a6]"Who am I? [/color] The man asked, waving his arms theatrically.[color=0054a6]"I'm Captain James Abrams, head of security at SuperIOR Incorporated and veteran of the Army Corps of Engineers; You can just call me [b]IRON LIBERTY!"[/b][/color] The metal man stood there his arms extended outwards as he let everyone take him in. To his side stood six other men. They wore far less flashy clothing - bulletproof vests, black combat fatigues, and a variety of military grade gear. They each clutched an assault rifle in their fists, pointing the weapons at Chike.

Chike turned his spear around, pointing the spearhead towards the street below his feet. He glared ahead at 'Iron Liberty,' rage filling his heart.[color=aba000]"Leave. Now." [/color] His words were few, but Polemos' meaning was clear for any who looked to his eyes: he was deadly serious.