[h1]James Carter[/h1]

The big spirit tensed up, weapons drawn and assumed a dangerous looking stance in preparation for combat. Lancelot did similar, the grip on his zweihander tightening ever so slightly. The tension in the air was palpable, but I wasn't worried. Lancelot was the most martial of all the knights of king arthurs round table, no patchwork spirit was going to beat him [i]that[/i] easily. 

Just as the two spirits were about to tear into each other, a bright light opens up overhead. My scope instantly snaps from the dual to this new arrival, and I am immediately filled with dread. A masked angel, clad in white, descends from the sky and hovers above the battlefield. I consider opening fire, but I manage to restrain myself and see if it isn't openly hostile. Lancelot whips around to face both the newcomer and the PCU, no less relaxed as if he intended to fight both of them at the same time.

"I heard a gunshot. Who are you and why are you attacking innocent people?" Her voice seems to emanate calmness, but it's  otherworldly vibration instead makes me even more uneasy. Her face turns to Lancelot. "Are you here to stop him?"

I stand up on the rooftop and call out to the being. "Yes. These people are vile racists and murderers. Their spirits are patchwork unfeeling monsters created by killing innocent spirits. If you have not been sent to hunt me today, your help would be appreciated."