[center][h2] - Alex Machinarius Blake - [/h2][/center]
[center] [@IrishAngelQueen][@ScoundrelQueen][@VitoftheVoid][/center]

Aaah, what a mess. Of course it wasn't completely unheard of for agents of the two regimes to enter Ash, but those usually at least made an attempt at subtlety. This one seemed to be under the impression that she owned the place, shouting orders like she had any kind of authority out here. No doubt a powerful warrior, confidence like that doesn't come from nowhere. But probably not the brightest, either. After all, a smarter individual might realize the problem with declaring yourself to be the face of the law in a town filled with outlaws and deserters, many of whom were also very dangerous. In addition to whoever this Lazarus kid was she'd probably have to deal with a bunch of other lowlife, anyone who thought they had a shot at her once the fight was over. After all, Knights carried all sorts of valuables, and it was a first come first served world out here.

Personally, Alex didn't have any issue with the crazy knight lady. He was just doing his job, she might as well do hers. But trouble was opportunity as far as mercenary work was concerned, and this was certainly trouble. So he got off his ass and kicked open the door to his little shack, a temporary residence for while he was in town. Walking outside, he got his first good look at the combatants. Or rather, soon-to-be combatants. One was obviously the Knight, standing atop a ledge all imperious-like. The other two were a metal fella, looked like he'd be hard to hurt, and what appeared to be a very angry winged horse. Metal fella (Alex assumed this was Lazarus) tried to talk down the Knight lady, not that that'd work, and seemed to be talking to the horse like it was people. Shapeshifter then. Or maybe just a sentient flying horse. In this world, who knew? But best not take any chances, and keep an eye on it. Based on it's lack of speech it also seemed to be telepathic or something, to be holding a conversation.

Now, he could have just started blowing off heads before they knew he was there, but that was the problem with mercenary work. Killing without a contract was just doing freebies. Ain't nobody going to agree to pay you retroactively. So he walked up slowly, whistling to draw attention to himself. Hopefully he could keep this situation calm enough to find out who had the most cash here, and therefore who might be interested in buying his services. Knight lady probably had the dough, but seemed like the sort to be too prideful to hire help. Probably thought it was dishonourable, or was convinced she could do it on her lonesome. But hey, it was worth a chance. So he marched up to the little group, hands in his pockets. As he spoke, his mask's voice modulator made his voice unnaturally deep.

"Quite a mess you lot got going around here, eh? So, before you guys go ripping each other's throat out I feel the need to point out that whoever wins is probably going to get themselves killed. Lots of opportunistic folks around here might like killing a Knight, especially one who managed to get herself wounded in a fight." Taking a noncommittal stance, Alex reached out and popped out his right hand. A large knife seemed to materialize in his hand, showing off one of his two abilities. Well-informed folks would be able to guess his identity as the Breaker, from this little demonstration if not from his appearance alone, although Alex kept the exact workings of his power a carefully guarded secret. He was relying on his reputation here to try and drive up the price tag. "If either of you feel uncomfortable with their odds, I'd always be up for helping out. For a little cash, of course. Might help out with the whole 'killed and dropped off in a ditch somewhere' thing." He was the first one on the scene, so hopefully he'd be able to snag a deal before too many other people showed up. If he was able to kill one of the two parties quickly, scavengers would avoid the scene, making his life easier.