[center][color=khaki][h3]Azga the Amazing[/h3][/color][img]http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll12/Shiori_Utsuri/cutmypic_zps5eyzku11.png[/img][/center]

[color=khaki]"...hn?"[/color]

Azga looked over from his vantage point, crouched atop a new pillar out of the main bloodshed of the battle at hand below. With the commotion she caused, the blonde mass of chaos herself rumbled to the fray, grenade launcher in hand. Well... if it wasn't for his old road trip buddy. He crosses his arms, his blue and white jewelry swaying in the wind while his eyes narrow through the digital wind.

[color=khaki]"Collector..."[/color] He murmured, half under his breath. She was back. And it seemed she had some new tricks.

Some [i]familiar[/i] new tricks. 

It didn't, however, seem she was there for him. He flattened his palm against the stone of the column. No doubt if he stayed here much longer, this high risen piece of stone would become target practice for the machine on her shoulder shuddering with power while it launched bombs at the unsuspecting. Best to make himself scarce from her while he could. 

With that in mind, it wasn't the grenades that concerned him. Heh. He smirked. 

Before Azga could move somewhere to give ground support for the Harleys, explosions of red from the ground below aside from the ones Corpse Collector was making caught his eye. Crimson Streak was living up to his name and absolutely pulverizing the attackers below.

[color=khaki]"Finally..."[/color]

Azga's eyes half lidded while he pulled his posture upright, folding his arm over his staff. With the flourish of a showman, Azga tossed his loose white cape behind him, fluttering in the digital breeze as he dropped from his perch and landed once more with the assistance of the briefly appearing wings. He lifted his head, blonde lockes  ruffled and his jewelry swaying. 

The witch doctor hurried through the crowd, deferring off any battles where he could with the use of well timed force fields while he made his way to Crimson Streak. When he finally became close enough, Azga ducked beneath the flying bodies of green and white guild avatars. After dipping beneath them, he straightened up, running his fingers through his own hair with a smirk pulling at the edges of his lips.

[color=khaki]"It's about time you showed up,"[/color] He chided playfully in his smooth, deep voice. [color=khaki]"I was beginning to think I left you too dizzy to go on. But of course,"[/color] He dips his pose almost formally, one eye closed in a wink up at Crimson Streak. [color=khaki]"I'd expect nothing less than a stellar performance for the King of the Scarlet Harleys."[/color]