Rygar looked at the syringe. [b]"Something like this... It's going to be useful later, I think."[/b] Feeling that this was possibly the [i]"Chekhov Gun"[/i] he's read in literary terms, he figured he would hold onto it as the girl left. He too should head into the Auditorium, however he needed to stash the Sepulcher somewhere first. Wouldn't want anyone to steal it. Before he left Pascale asked for a name. Rygar just smirked and pocketed the syringe and mounting onto the Sepulcher to find a place to park it. [b]"Names are petty. You know who I am."[/b]

After hiding the Sepulcher, Rygar dropped down to the entrance of the auditorium. He had to admit he was lost for a little while, but hopefully he wasn't too late. Making sure no one saw him, Rygar began to set up a trap near the entrances. Just a little something to weed out the weak.