[b]Edward Von Brahms[/b]
A voice boomed out of nowhere. . . "All of you!" Edward transformed into his dragon form. . . Conjured dragons appeared out of nowhere, four of them. His scales were tougher than could be harmed even by very heavy weapons. Fire found it's way towards the assembled deities, and his eyes glew blood red. "How dare you!" As he breathed an excess of fire from his mouth he began to breathe was hot enough to transform the ground into obsidian glass far before even touching. With is supernatural strength he wielded his modern steel tearing claws like instruments of the Grim Reaper. He remembered the death and carnage he found over and over during the past several days. "I demand justice!" Anything large and stationary would find it'self crumbling or at least shaking very violently at his mere movement, which was large, swift and as powerful as a titan. For the past few days, his spies and informants have been spying on these deities, hoping to see if there were anything suspicious. Nevertheless, a fruitless search didn't mean Von Brahms was going to leave them alone.