[@RavenTLark] [@Angel]

	"Bah, we used to be close, but then a fellow with a green suit and morals righter than right gave my brother a sense of right and wrong. Before, he and I would go about causing a bit of chaos and havoc..now? All he does is go about "Helping" people....you gotta ask though, does helping anyone really help anyone? When just as soon as you leave, something, or someone comes along to undo all that hard work....and in a flash, hours, weeks, months, even years worth of effort and trying is just..blown away..like dust in the wind." Ozzy says, picking up a bit of stone, only to crush it into dust, and let it blow away. ".....Just like this place...years..and years of work...destroyed in moments...."

	Then, Angel makes her smart comment about his name, and he glares at her, his eyes glowing red for a moment. 
"Oh, is that so Angel the Angel? Angel the angelic angel of angels?" He growls, before sighing, and walking off, opening a compartment hidden in the stone wall behind him. In this hidden compartment, was a wast array of weapons, ranging from guns to blades, to a set of 5 clay knives, one of which was missing from the rack, which could hold six. 
	".........." He slowly, looks though this vault of weaponry, and picks out a few prime weapons, two pistols, each looking like a revolver, one rifle and a bow, but with no arrows. ".....So, ladies, I have a question for you both...Wish to go on a little hunting trip?" He asks, spinning around. "A few souls have escaped from the deeper circles, which are still in tact...they're running about in the area below here......I would..much appreciate some help. I might even pay you if you're willing to aid me in getting these slippery buggers..." Ozzy says, loading his rifle slowly, as if waiting for a reply.