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[b][color=B19666]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]396 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]7/20 EXP (LVL UP PENDING)[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Detroit[/i]
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Raiden's [@XoXKieroBombXoX], Geralt's [@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN], Blazermate & Susie's [@Archmage MC] and Tora & Poppi's [@Lugubrious][/sup][/center]

With an exasperated sigh, Benedict shook his head as he stepped over rubble and scattered ash of whomsoever was unlucky enough to have fallen in battle. Leaning on his cane, the old tactician looked a bit tired as he traversed the ruined construction site though with Benedict it was hard to tell. 

His ears rang, the close proximity to explosions and other such hazardous things being as hazardous to one's hearing as their literal [i]being[/i] alas Benedict could only remove his silver-rimmed spectacles, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he collected himself for a moment. The DespORhado, at least what he knew of the group was that they often affiliated themselves with less-than-savory types though that was as much as Benedict was aware of. They weren't a group to be trifled with, Khamsin's handiwork was enough to reinforce that idea. Dusting the ash from his trousers, Benedict caught a glimpse of faint light flittering here and there amongst the debris. Kneeling closer to a spectral globe depicting a masked man, it was fascinating to a man of intellect like himself. Magic was not something so taboo to him though he'd never dealt with things as fantastical where he came from. Technology, though a wonder to a medieval man was nothing compared to the supernatural which Benedict was one to scoff at such things.

Though, this revelation could wait as the others gathered up in the ruined site looking worse for wear than himself and far dirtier too. 

Benedict made his way over, a frown upon his scruffy face as he watched the hulking cybernetic warrior stomp off "[color=B19666]A likely mistake,[/color]" the Turk remarked, adjusting his spectacles as he faced Giovanna catching the tail-end of the conversation as he came over "[color=B19666]Are we really in a good position to scout out these 'DespORhado'?[/color]" Benedict motioned to the others, who unlike himself looked worn from battle. 

"[color=B19666]I've no inkling of what might have transpired between our cybernetic soldier here and this group but I can only assume it was less than favorable for him. Besides I am in no way sure our friends in Public Security aren't already sending agents to investigate here, you miss Giovanna are still a wanted criminal.[/color]" he finished with a questioning arch of an eyebrow, as if he thought she had forgotten she was wanted by the government.