[color=red]"Huh. This is not Hydra."[/color]

The volcanic man stepped out of a portal made of fire, scratching his head in bewilderment as he looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. The temple ruins nearby stood in stark contrast to the lush, green jungle that surrounded the clearing he landed in. As his boots turned the grass beneath his feet into cinders he slung his machine gun on his shoulder and sighed.

[color=red]"Dammit, I should've taken that left down at Mitra Five... Now I'm goddamn lost."[/color]

[color=6e78f6]"Perhaps you should not have been so hasty in your decision to take a short cut, master."[/color]

The machete strapped to his back spoke, weary red eyes opening on its blade as it scanned the surroundings along with the rest of the daemons in his weapons. Luis sighed again as he drew the crimson red blade from its scabbard.

[color=red]"C'mon, Spada. The interdimensional highways are such a bitch to navigate already."[/color]

[color=6e78f6]"Then perhaps you should learn to navigate them better like the rest of the Reapers."[/color]

[color=red]"Spada-"[/color]

[color=ff4040]"Luis. Eyes front."[/color]

His eyes snapped forward, readying the machete, even as he caught sight of the very muscled man sitting down in the grass to take a swig from a huge tankard of what he could only assume was some form of alcoholic beverage. Clearly not hostile. He lowered his blade even as he shook his head.

[color=red]"Non-hostile, Ren. But hey, company."[/color]

Luis strode forward and raised a hand in greeting.

[color=red]"Hail, stranger! What brings you here?"[/color]