[h2][center][color=CBD8D7]- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h2]

The alarm was given, angels were moving, and those within the hall was a little struck back. There was confusion in the air, since the recruits were nothing but small fry and limited Flos' chances of combat, but the alarm changed the game. No questions, no answers, just him taking advantage of the situation and promptly left the room. An upcoming meat grinder, all three in one spot to lay waste to a landscape, one that he was more than happy to be at the centre of.

He approached the gate and proceeded to enter it.

[color=CBD8D7]"Soon,"[/color] he muttered with a hint of childish glee as he gripped one of the Sisters. [color=CBD8D7]"I'm coming for you all."[/color]