[b][url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/powerlisting/images/0/0e/Stel.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20170925205302]Nox[/url] seriously hoped this next dimension would pose some form of challenge or excitement. The previous one had the perfect setting. An eternal night, pyroclasmic lava plumes everywhere the only form of illumination on a giant landmass of solid obsidian, and denizens that had been hulking and downright menacing looking. Shame that they had torn as easily as tissue paper before his swift [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/00/a8/c300a8e6aa700dde730a97ab27ccc718.jpg]sword[/url] strikes and crumpled like ragdolls underneath the thrum of his [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1318/0685/products/ff7-vincent-valentine-gun2_2048x.jpg?v=1552409321]revolver[/url]. The biggest baddest person they had, Krum-something the Unbeatable something-something or other, had survived the initial shot from his gun, which had blown out the brutes knee. But it had not survived the downward strike of his blade. Very little did.[/b]

[b]Stepping from the portal, Nox sneered as red sands began to cling to the folds of his cloak, and get into the creases of his boots. Not that anyone would have seen that under his mask. it had been worn for so long, he did not remember what he even looked like without it anymore. Nor did he really care.
[color=black]"Well, what has old Grim given me this time?"[/color]
He took a moment to survey the scene before him. Red sands, burning sun, army of undead prime for a pulping. A far cry from where he had just been. And something out of the ordinary. A partner. Grim had not sent him along with a partner in, well, many ages. Nox cocked his head to the side, tapping the revolver to his shoulder. He was not sure whether to be offended or not.
[color=black]"Don't get in me way mate, and I won't get in yours. Capiche? I don't know what old Grim is playin' at, but I don't need some dead-ass codger holding me down."[/color][/b]

[b]Lifting the revolver from his shoulder, he pointed and squeezed the trigger at the approaching hoard, the head of the poor sucker exploding in a brilliant shower of grey and purple viscera.
[color=black]"Show me what ya can do buddy, and I may even give ya an apology."[/color][/b]