[center][h1][color=5F7171]Darren Andrews[/color][/h1] [img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/11300d9edbe3aab0b54a03e4c0503c37/tumblr_mkmz9zr2Lm1qhpoofo1_500.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=5F7171][b]Location:[/b][/color] Coventry Circus Grounds, Main Tent [color=5F7171][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Everyone in the Circus Tent, Aloise Zamora [@Morose][/center][hr] Darren was still more-or-less frozen by fear for a great number of seconds. He watched again as the sword flew from Hel's hand and pierced Eudora's heart, her power was clearly immense, obviously befitting a deity as she was. Yet her words didn't strike any fear or even inspiration in Darren's mind, only confusion. It was a big enough step for Darren at that point to realize that God himself existed, he had written the man off as total myth, considering the fact he seemed to care particularly little about all the monsters that were running across the world, a lot of them created partially by his own hand. He was already kneeling, and hoped well enough is rather meek position would at least keep him out of Hel's attention for a short while as he looked around at the others, seeing what they decided to do, many seemed fairly opposed to the idea, but he only particularly cared about one of them who was there, looking down over Aloise again as he spoke quietly to her. [color=5F7171][b]"What's the play here, Ally?"[/b][/color]