[Edo-Damian]

Damian stopped climbing and turned back to Beatrix and the three other lackeys. Stepping down, he taps Titanus's leg twice and the black Legion took off without a sound, ascending to observation heights. [color=Red]"Beatrix of White Hydra, Maddox's second hand woman. And three lackeys. What's the matter, the big boss man scared to stick his own neck out anymore? Maybe finds himself above doing the dirty work? Pfft, typical. Still hiding behind his subordinates since he killed James. No spine to do things himself."[/color] Stepping forward, Damian drew his large claymore out of it's sheath on his back and rested the tip on the ground. 

[color=Red]"Ah well, guess table scraps will do."[/color] He intended to rile them up, play their pride in their twisted guild against their sense of judgment and make them be rash. Jamie and the Phoenix Wing members might be against taking a life where once can be spared, but he'd long since exhausted his mercy.

[James]

[color=Navy]"I'm going to be frank and say that I'm fairly certain a cow is much larger than a person by at least several hundred pounds, but I digress."[/color] He started playing with a mote of his magic and looked over several members. [color=Navy]"I suppose that ultimately in the end, our magic is what it is. Can't do much about it, can we?"[/color]