[centre][color=fff200][h1][b][u]Sam and Friends[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/centre]
Sam looked around as he realized there were other people like him there. Well... like him was a stretch, but they weren't soldiers at least. There were three Aisans and three Europeans, at least he assumed so, but without them speaking he really didn't have a basis to know their nationality. One of the Aisan women moved forward and begun to talk in an old style... was she a real version of Pride? He wasn't sure he'd remake the melodramatic bird if he had a living twin. There was only so much Shakespeare he could stomach. From the reply from the commander, it seemed like they were just following their equivalent of police procedure. I mean, if someone suddenly appeared out of thin air the police back home would do the same thing.

His musings were interrupted by the explosion, and the swarm of the dog-lizard creatures, (Kobolds, the soldiers called them) attacked. Sam and Wrath retreated back, but Greed had other ideas.

In the moment that the dog creatures attacked, Greed launched into his own maneuver. Moving quickly into the throng of disorganised soldiers to steal money from them. Ducking and weaving, he was focused on his goal of obtaining money. Under his breath you could hear him muttering; [color=ed1c24]"More money means more bombs, more money means more bombs..."[/color]

Wrath would normallly have been reprimanding his fellow puppet, but the cat and his creator were currently occupied with the onslaught of kobolds. He had gotten out his Idiot Stick amd was clubbing any Kobold who got past the soldiers. Imagine the puppet's surprise when the hits managed to actually cave in their skulls. Usually in their sketches it just gave Greed a headache.

[color=00aeef]"Huh..."[/color] he remarked, [color=00aeef]"Either these Kobolds are really weak or I was right when I said that Greed was thick skulled..."[/color]

Sam himself was trying to dodge the attacks which seemed insanely easy. It was like they were moving in slow motion or something. Though them not being able to hit him meant nothing if he couldn't fight back. Weirdly since he got here he felt this strange sensation, like he had ice in his veins. It was odd, like the feeling of a cool drink on a hot summers day. As he was focusing on it, he held his hand out as a phrase leaped into his mind.

[color=fff200]"Ray of Frost!"[/color]

A beam of ice shot from his hand, hitting a kobold and causing it to seize up as it near instantly froze to death. Sam looked at his hand, frost still covered his fingers but it felt strangely warm to him.

[color=fff200]"I have ice powers?"[/color] he said, lips curling into his Puppeteer grin, [color=fff200]"I can definitely work with this..."[/color]