At that moment, Azga received a notification that he'd gotten another message. 

[color=khaki]"Hmm...?"[/color] His dark honey voice hummed as he pulled up the screen. Being ready for another trolling message from the Arms Slave, he was surprised to see that Midnight Soloist had sent it instead. His golden eyes rolled over the text as he adjusted his glasses. Virtual date?! Ah... Azga felt his virtual cheeks heating up. Really, that sort of joke after what happened this morning was so... he coughed. Now now, he was Azga, not Erika. With a charming smile--mostly to himself to keep his persona in tact--he began to type out a response.

To: Midnight Soloist
From: Azga the Amazing
Subject: (No Subject)

Solo~

You're one to talk. You're right in here with me, aren't you---

Before the message could be continued, a loud sound of chains rattling caused him to look towards the roof where a hole had been made. From through it he could see... something peering in. Something quite disturbing. Azga felt himself stiffen as he stared with his eyes wide, nearly shitting virtual bricks at such a terrifying site. It only got worse as that figure swung into the room and went straight for him like some kind of horror movie monster. He screamed--internally--as his pupils shrank and he stared up at the oncoming threat. He only had the courage to actually move at the last second, diving out of the way and rolling across the ground as the ground became a crater beneath the creature character. The tectonics caused him to finish his landing rather ungracefully and he got up shakily, falling against a wall before using it for support.

He took a deep, shuddering breath as he looked up through his slightly cracked virtual lenses. The hairs on the back of his neck raised as he got a better look at his assailant. A four armed monstrosity with skin of different shades sewn together, with a helm of grey and red and atop his head a crown of barbed wire. He carried two massive shields that were just as tall, and as menacing, as he appeared.

[i]ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod[/i] was the only thing being screamed in Azga's mind. Outwardly, he looked incredibly nervous as he sized up the attacker, his golden eyes wide as his hand pressed firmly to the wall beside him. It was times like this, er, not that he'd ever encountered someone so daunting before, that he wished he was a mage in control of dark elements rather than a witch doctor. It only got worse when he noticed that above the beastly player's helm read the words 'Arms Slave' in crimson text. 

Uh oh.