[h2][center]Nathaniel Durand[/center][/h2][hr]
The knight would raise an eyebrow when Ezekiel spoke to the provenance of the chips, apparently there was something even greater afoot. Whether it be provenance or a greater plot by powers not that high, he was here now, and the quest before him was quickly becoming clearer still. [color=DAA520]“Sometimes it takes a little more than spells to find someone when you need to.”[/color] He says, his expression betraying a slight unease with the more mundane and lower ways of hunting someone down.

That brow would lower quickly as he saw the figures on the CCTV. [color=DAA520] “Seems the pure intentions have ran out, Ezekiel.”[/color] He says flatly, taking a few steps towards the junk pile. He reaches down towards his hip, drawing a combat knife from a concealed holster under his jacket as he faces away from the crew. 

He grasps the blade firmly with his left hand, crimson life dribbling down the blade and soaking into his jacket. His voice is little above a murmur, unlikely to be heard unless anyone was listening closely. [color=DAA520] “I do not fear, for you are with me. I will not be dismayed, for you are my God. You strengthen me, you protect me, and you hold me in your righteous hands.”[/color] He takes a couple breaths, and even at a glance he was more physically robust, like he gained a couple inches and about twenty pounds of muscle on his lean body.

He turns back to his fellows, reaching into his pocket to draw his machine pistol, a similarly brutish, bulky thing with a flipped up electronic sight [color=DAA520]“Who can hold their own here? Need to make the call if we’re fighting them off or trying to get out of here.”[/color]