[b]WIZARD POV:[/b]

Following the P.E.K.K.A. into the entrance of the theater, the Wizard didn't even notice as the hole created by his fireball repaired itself. Striding into the large room, the wizard looked out in awe at the architecture. Back in the village, there had been no buildings like it, and he was totally at a loss. Caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice the woman firing the gun at the PEKKA until he nearly ran into her.

"Excuse me [i]madam[/i], but that may not be the best of idea's. Attacking a P.E.K.K.A. is quite suicidal." He spoke with certainty, as it was most definitely a fact he had relayed to the curiously dressed woman. As powerful as he was, even he couldn't hope to defeat a P.E.K.K.A. by himself. As if to validate his point, the P.E.K.K.A. looked towards them as it's name was spoken, it wore a curious expression. It hadn't paid attention at all to the bullets bouncing off it's metal armor. The only evidence that anything had happened at all was a couple minute scratches on the armor where the bullets hit.