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He had cheated a possible death. Or a possible fate worse than death. Azrael had been the final clenching blow that rescued him, though he was sure his Right Hand had down some work too. The fallen angel had done so on his order if anything, or at least he liked to believe so. Either way, Velo brought his foot around, and kicked the bodyless head away. Watching it bounce into a corner. He was human, and as such the hissing of the angel didn't fall on his ears. He heard nothing. 

[color=f7941d]"Thank you, Azrael."[/color] He said, summoning his golems closer to his body. The drones folding back up, and hiding under his uniform. [color=f7941d]"You may not like humans, but... I think I am starting to like you."[/color] It was a playful tease at best, and maybe a bit of an insult at worse. [color=f7941d]"At the very least, you have done me a service, and I always pay back debts I owe."[/color]

Though... He did have to pause when he was greeted with Pandora. The rattling chains and odd silence were... Uncomfortable. He was used to silent servants, as one protocol in his household had been to remove the tongues of slaves so that they could not talk back, or plot against their owners with cursed tongues. But, there was a different kind of silence at work here. 
[color=f7941d]"I am thankful that she seems to be on our side."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"I can set to work right now on preparing this location as a base of operations."[/color] Velo said, speaking to Willow. [color=f7941d]"I shall need materials, but I can start to repurpose the armor of the fallen enemies into some of the raw materials I'll need to build troops. If you can provide the chemicals, I believe I can make a weapon that fires compressed gas canisters. The gas in question is one my homeland used in the two hour siege of Mthos."[/color] It was known as the two hour siege not because of how short it had been, but because of how much longer it had stood against the empire's might than other such kingdoms. [color=f7941d]"We call it... Mustard gas. After my uncle's favorite food."[/color]