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The guy got angry.

The girl got angry.

The one dude with the shotgun got angry.

And the scarecrow was less angrier than "angry."

[i][color=ed1c24]...Time to get up,[/color][/i] Hephaestus thought as he picked himself up from the ground.

Though his body felt heavy, the armor itself was not as heavy as he thought it would have been. The man towered over the people in the fields, his eyes gleaming a deathly red and his steel armor glinting in its metallic glory. There were many things he could have said right at that moment. "Shut yer yappers" or "Silence, before I enslave your souls." "Don't make me slaughter all of you" or "Get out of my way."

Instead, he said to the scarecrow with a deep, befitting voice of a tall spectral wraith armored in a crapload of metal,

[color=ed1c24][b]"If the reward is edible, then I would love to help."[/b][/color]

Normally, he would have given himself the time to introduce himself. All of that became insignificant when he heard that some people were in trouble, and there was a [u]reward[/u] for thrashing bandits around. If the reward was food, then he'd go nuts and demand for enough to keep his stomach full for a good amount of time.

If the reward was money, then... he'd probably go and buy food first. Even as a wraith, he felt hungry. He wondered if he would die without food, though.

[color=ed1c24][b]"I'm hungry,"[/b][/color] he added in randomly, briefly explaining why he wanted a reward in the first place.