[color=a2d39c][h1][center]Raze Colter[/center][/h1][/color]

Just as the elevator arrived, Raze felt a rumble shake through the building. It seemed at first to be an earthquake, but the shaking was accompanied by a loud explosion from above. Even the receptionist looked up in acknowledgement of the blast.

[color=a2d39c][i]Is some bastard using their powers in here?[/i][/color]

Raze rushed into the elevator, shoving his finger into a square button labeled “10.” Some of the others from the group joined him in the elevator, likely concerned with the ruckus as well. As the doors slid shut, awkward elevator music began to play. The tension grew more and more palpable as the elevator made its slow ascent to the top floor. [i][color=a2d39c]Who the hell still plays music in elevators any more.[/color][/i]

A cheery [i]ding[/i] signaled their arrival. Raze slid through the doors as they were still opening, rushing down the hall as quickly as he could. His dark charcoal suit restricted his movement to a quick jog. Clean white walls and doors extended before him, sparsely decorated with generic paintings of flower arrangements. The carpet, a dreary blue color tinged with grey, gently cushioned his feet.

[i][color=a2d39c]Third door on the right...here we go.[/color][/i]

Without missing a beat, Raze summoned his wicked spear in a flurry of pale-green flames, still running. With both arms, Raze swung the glaive under-handed like a battering ram. The ivory door splintered into a storm of a thousand wooden razors, Raze exploding through them.

Raze halted to a slight crouch, breathing heavily. He held his spear one-handed behind him, ready to strike. The scene in the apartment was an odd mixture of order and chaos: two men and two women stood amongst what used to be an immaculately decorated apartment, now littered with the rubble of a destroyed wall and furniture strewn about.

One of the women, black-haired and bearing glasses, stood calmly off to the side. One man stood on the other side of the apartment near the kitchen, his hair black like Raze’s and the air around him shimmering like a mirage. The other man was the blonde that Raze recognized, he was the one passing out the business cards. His clothes were tattered and in shambles, the remaining threads just barely covering him. He looked like hell.

The last individual was quite a sight to behold. It was apparently a woman, her skin dulled to a stony grey, and covered with ruby-red scales along her legs, upper torso, and forearms. Adding onto her intimidating visage were a pair of demonic horns sweeping back from her head, and worst of all were her eyes. This woman’s eyes burned with the intensity of a volcano. From her hands and wrists, flames blazed and crackled.

[color=a2d39c][i]Shyvana. She has Shyvana’s powers.[/i][/color]

Raze darted his eyes from the blonde man with the torn clothes, then quickly back to the Shyvana-woman.

[color=a2d39c][i]She attacked him. Stop her.[/i][/color] Another voice invaded Raze’s mind. It urged him, it commanded him, [color=a2d39c][i]FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE![/i][/color]

Raze ran forward and leapt into the air, intent on striking at the Shyvana with a right back-handed swing with his spear. He aimed for her torso, intending to swipe her away from the other three.

He released a vicious battle cry in mid-air, unaware that his skull burst forth from his skin, wreathed in nether-fire. It was Hecarim’s turn to take the reins.

[@Kiroue][@Leolycan][@Eklispe]((and any one from the lobby))