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[h2][b][u][color=662d91]The Chosen Hunter[/color][/u][/b][/h2]

Before the main man of the room could go and respond to the Hunter, a man in what appears to be some sort of comic book superhero get-up attempted to ge a rise outta him by attempting to save their diminishing pride by saying in a nutshell ‘don’t assume things about people until you see them’. Heh, as if he could take them more seriously if it weren’t for the fact they were wearing such a get-up. In his own opinion, he couldn’t help but give small chuckle at the statement made from this. Did this man ever heard the phrase ‘back up your bark with some bite’? The Chosen only turned his head over his shoulder to face the man before saying. [color=662d91]“Perhaps you can do better than what is considered the weaker ones of this room, but we all know that happening is useless unless you got some actions to back up your claim. After all, wouldn’t want to be too boastful now of our own skills when it can very well be out of our own league[/color] oh how ironic this is coming from the same man who [i]enjoyed[/i] speaking so highly of his own skill.

Yet, he didn’t get much of an response before Luthor went ahead to continue his statement. Yet again, the information being provided to them was barebones, just enough to keep him very much interested, but he was wanting for more of the fine details. After all, this next ‘hunt’ for some ‘big game’ was certainly no pushover if they were capable of bursting through walls like some drugged up Andromedon while also being capable of flight and shooting lasers from his eyeballs. Certainly no pushover from what he is seeing, and this Luthor expects a man with a bat to be any use in taking this ‘protector of Metropolis’ down? Heh, the very fact right there was enough to make him smirk at such a sight of individuals uselessly fighting against the man, getting donutted through the chest before leaving the actual competent ones here to deal with cleanup. He definitely had mixed reactions about such disregard for life, especially when his own might be in danger (as well as returning back to his own world to be reformed within his base), but as long as he wasn’t in the frontlines, they he could very well sneak away if things get dicey, and enjoy this [i]fun[/i] opportunity within another world as another group would deal with supes.

Before the Hunter can even get a small joke in if the situation, it appears like someone here was a bit too ‘vocal’ with their ‘words’, and gave the bald man a piece of their own mind. The things people would do when family and friends are on the line, ah, he so too enjoyed seeing that sight, especially seeing Xcom soldiers get particularly angry and go into a blind rage when their buddy gets killed in combat. The bloodbath was nice to see on both sides. He couldn’t help but chuckle alongside the leather wearing ‘big balls’ as he nicknamed the bat-wielding man, saying no more as he let the situation handle itself.

And right in schedule, the same man who spoke to him earlier decided to shut up Mr. Family over here, by tying them up in what appears to be some sort of web like substance and tied them to the floor. Well, at least the super-hero suited man was capable of doing something [b]useful[/b] now, but whether or not he actually had more in store was left unknown. [color=662d91]“Well, your aim is certainly better than some others now, you didn’t even accidentally hit Luth here with a single shot. Although, I’m hoping that your ability isn’t just shooting sticky white stuff at any enemy we come across now.[/color] yeah, as much as usefulness would go, all it would take is a simple spark to set the entire thing ablaze. And we all know how much the Hunter hated fire now.

Next to be of current interest was the purple haired woman he mentioned earlier, who had spoken out in shock as if him saying ‘stripper’ was quite literally ‘killing then’ (not like he wouldn’t enjoy that option either), only to be stopped midway by phantom before a [i]real[/i] conversation can start now. He could only give a smirk at such a sight. Quick to pipe up about things, but shut-up as soon as someone else tells them to do so. Oh, it will be fun trying to catch them off guard within conversations from now on, and seeing their reaction. Maybe he could actually get a full response from them soon enough instead of a small peep.

Other than that, within the corner of his eye, the same comically large rat creature looked like it was about to speak to him, before shutting up and just getting closer to the Hunter. Now that definitely interested the Chosen. What was this rat thinking of accomplishing? Was it looking for some cheese in his back pocket? The tall blue skinned ‘man’ didn’t care for the reason, only the fact they did such.

May as well ‘poke the bear with a stick’, as the Chosen squatted down from his full height of 9’2’ (and even then, was somewhat taller than Dris due to the size comparison here), as he gave one good look at the face of the rat humankind, before saying [color=662d91]“You know, it’s rude to be going up to people, and not introducing yourselves. Although, I’m not bothered by this fact, just… mentioning it for further guidance. Nonetheless, you got a specific reason for coming up to me? Perhaps my weapons surely interest you… considering your get-up, I take it you don’t even know what a ‘firearm’ is, much less, a magnetic-rifle.”[/color] the Chosen said, more or less wanting to start a conversation regarding his own weapons, the somewhat large sniper rifle on his back called the ‘Darklance’, as well as the revolver like pistol attached to the right hip of his body called ‘Darkclaw’. He especially loved telling stories about these weapons, so, may as well provoke the chance of such occurring.

And yet, the ‘babbling’ on the sideline brought him back to full attention, slowly going back to his full height as he watched these ‘morally righteous folk’ speaking about irrelevant things such as… well, he did agree with them about the bringing of children to this, but all for the wrong reasons. They definitely would serve little purpose in all of this, hell, even the standard Advent Trooper would be better as an meatshield and more competent with magnetic assault rifles than something he needed to babysit everytime combat starts. But things certainly gotten too chaotic, even for his own good after the man ‘teleported’ away the man’s (who assaulted Luthor earlier) daughter in a cloud of smoke. Not the kind of teleportation he is used to, but one he is familiar with, at least concept wise.

And it certainly seemed like the more ‘hero’ types of this room didn’t like the sight of this, and as such, well, he was definitely amazed about how much chaos and ‘disharmony’ could occur in one place at the same time. It was as if Luthor didn’t even look at making a team that would at least tolerate each other, especially if they were gonna face something as dangerous as this ‘Super-Man’ now. But he supposed this man is either sadistic, or ‘stupid’ in the ways of most corporate CEO’s would be. Not surprising at all, the Hunter May as well guess that Luthor puts forth 25% of his earnings from ‘LexCorp’ into giving his head a good shine that is bound to make someone blind if staring at him underneath the sun for too long.

He did stop and listen to the speech that one of the few only competent individuals within this very room had spoken up. This man certainly has his priorities set straight, and had spoken up about one of the things he was thinking was lacking on Luthor’s part, ‘information’. He wouldn’t wanna be running blindfolded and running off a cliff now if he wasn’t properly informed of what would be happening and his to avoid it. He could only wait to see if this man had some sort of common sense to speak about it, because either he was attempting to throw them headfirst into danger with disregard for their lives, or this man was hiding something from them. Not that he couldn’t blame him, some people have secrets that they may as well keep to themselves, and yet, it made it all the more satisfying to steal such information when going through their heads by [b][u]Interrogating[/u][/b] them. And he was sure this man has a wealth of information he wanted to access.

But before the Hunter could think more about the use of such information, he only mentally face palmed at the very next words coming from some blue haired swordsman (seriously, what is the deal with this group and swords, are they asking to be shot from someone one mile away while they flailing around with their out-of-date weapons, attempting to make them relevant again only to fail miserably when introduced to the wonders of modern technology) who had completely changed the tone of the situation from something actually serious for once to that of a sit-com. Other than the arrival of some confident looking woman who looked more like they belonged in some sort of fashion show, the Hunter merely turned back to face Dris once again, crouching down to his level once more and saying [color=662d91]“And to think we are gonna be dealing with this for the rest of our ‘little stay’ here. Heh, hopefully there’s some sort of compensation for going through this kind of ‘torture’ in the coming days.”[/color] The Chosen finished, and while it was said quieter than usual, it didn’t take much for others to hear him, especially with him taking a quick glance at the other individuals here.

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