[h3][color=#66b2b2]ARIA: THE PROTECTOR[/color] | PSPD #11[/h3][sub]Reporting to: G.E.M.I.N.I. Agents[/sub]

[indent]The Protector waved at the sunny woman with the green hair named Binky as she extended her greetings back. And in response to the Breacher asking for a picture, the Protector gave her a solid thumbs-up. It did not know what for, but the kind woman seemed excited about it, and to that, it would happily oblige.

Then, it proceeded to bump fists with the very tall man who called himself Apollo. The Protector was thankful it was not in its human form, otherwise, perhaps the blush on her face would’ve been obvious. After the bumping of the fists, the deep, gravelly voice uttered a simple, [color=#66b2b2][i]“Hello, Apollo--”[/i][/color] then it turned away almost immediately to greet the next newcomer, seemingly a little flustered.

[color=#66b2b2][i]“--good evening, miss Klava,”[/i][/color] The Protector said to the woman with the cute hat. With much thanks to her queries, they now knew that snacks were kept in another vehicle. Perhaps it would come around after the mission was over. The armored titan nodded to itself, a little bit hopeful about the ice cream.

It was not long before it noticed the presence of the lavender-haired woman. A sudden appearance for sure-- if it had not been for her preschoolers pulling varying degrees of pranks on her day in and day out, she would have probably jumped a little from the fright.

From then on, the Protector stood upright in respect to Veronica, listening to her plan of action. It gestured a small wave to Binky as she apologized in the middle, understanding the pain of being new to the Shimr app. As the preparation continued, it noted the important names: potential hostage situation, basement prison, King Cobra, the Rottweiler, and… spit roast? The Protector nodded at the end, satisfied at having understood at least 99.9% of the plan.

[color=#bd71e8][i]“Get into positions everyone. Daylight is about to fade.”[/i][/color]
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The Protector made its way around the back with Binky, Klava, and Apollo. 

[color=#66b2b2][i]"Understood, miss, I will go first." [/i][/color]The deep voice spoke.

Noting its cue, it uncurled itself out of the vehicle and raised its spear and shield. First, it started in a march, and then it ran. Three members lounging around the back entrance-- probably on break. Heavy thumps sounded as it carried itself over to the windows while its shield openly welcomed a round of bullets. The sentinel thrust its spear through the window, its tip finding its home inside the neck of an unfortunate gang member. With a gentle kick, it freed its weapon of the bleeding man and threw itself over the window and into the building's entrance.

Then it raised its shield high in the air, a bright blue shining iridescence flowing around its frame. In an instant, a shockwave erupted from the object, and with a sharp jerk, a couple of men were helplessly pulled towards the shield, one unlucky fellow skewering himself on the Protector’s outstretched spear. Another gentle kick freed the body, while the other man simply rammed into its shield. A simple stab-through made short work of him. 

Upon clearing the back entrance floor, it would wait for its allies to advance up to the staircase.
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20 | Female | The Freelancers | Guardian
Protector's Treaty | Spear, Shield | Arcane | Aegis
Protector's Stronghold | Shelter 
Protector's Mandate | Gravity | Fortification 
[Weightless (4), Suspend X (4)], Blink (4), Restrain (4), Pull (2), AoE (2), Powerful (0), Shield (4)]

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: B  | 500

[Bronze Touch][Pull][AoE]= -40 Mana

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | 460[/center]