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Meet the Archer.

I'll be taking the other Archer slot then.
This sounds fun. I'm tossing my hat in the ring for this. I'll probably reuse a sheet I haven't done in a while.

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He had cheated a possible death. Or a possible fate worse than death. Azrael had been the final clenching blow that rescued him, though he was sure his Right Hand had down some work too. The fallen angel had done so on his order if anything, or at least he liked to believe so. Either way, Velo brought his foot around, and kicked the bodyless head away. Watching it bounce into a corner. He was human, and as such the hissing of the angel didn't fall on his ears. He heard nothing.

"Thank you, Azrael." He said, summoning his golems closer to his body. The drones folding back up, and hiding under his uniform. "You may not like humans, but... I think I am starting to like you." It was a playful tease at best, and maybe a bit of an insult at worse. "At the very least, you have done me a service, and I always pay back debts I owe."

Though... He did have to pause when he was greeted with Pandora. The rattling chains and odd silence were... Uncomfortable. He was used to silent servants, as one protocol in his household had been to remove the tongues of slaves so that they could not talk back, or plot against their owners with cursed tongues. But, there was a different kind of silence at work here.
"I am thankful that she seems to be on our side."

"I can set to work right now on preparing this location as a base of operations." Velo said, speaking to Willow. "I shall need materials, but I can start to repurpose the armor of the fallen enemies into some of the raw materials I'll need to build troops. If you can provide the chemicals, I believe I can make a weapon that fires compressed gas canisters. The gas in question is one my homeland used in the two hour siege of Mthos." It was known as the two hour siege not because of how short it had been, but because of how much longer it had stood against the empire's might than other such kingdoms. "We call it... Mustard gas. After my uncle's favorite food."
Red Sea Makara

Wherever Zanza is...


The Hole in the Wall... It was hardly the kind of place Makara liked to frequent, much less get involved with. But, it was his Captain's favorite place in the whole world when it came to cheap booze and passing through town. It was actually one of the few things he's actually bother changing if he had absolute control over Zanza's personality. Well, he might make his laugh better too, but that's just personal taste. After all, there was a reason he followed the man without question, and it wasn't because of his charisma.

At the moment, while Zanza was having a fun little talk about, Makara was dealing with more important matters. A staring match with the Bouncer, Bruce.
"So, fish face..." Bruce said, arms folded, a gesture mirrored by Makara. "Heard you were in the deep diving business. You fight any Sea Kings that deep?"
"Of course." Makara said, tapping his toes as he spoke. "Those suckers get bigger the deeper you get. Why you askin', some fear of the deep?" It was a gentle ribbing, but Bruce snorted at the jab.
"Of course not!" He bellowed. "I'll have you know that I happen to have a scar from the biggest sea king you'll ever see." He pulled back his shirt, revealing a particularly impressive scar that traveled down his chest, and down into his pants. Making it look like he'd been almost bitten in half.
"Impressive, but are you sure that wasn't a clownfish or something. Seems rather shallow." Makara laughed, and thus the real battle began, with both trying to outlaugh the other.
MURAMURAMURA!
HOIHOIHOIHOI!
MURAMURAMURA!
HOIHOIHOIHOI!

MURAMURAMURA!
HOIHOIHOIHOI!


Only when a glass of water was splashed onto both of them did the whole thing end. With neither declared the victor. "My goodness, you two will go at it forever." Kamina growled out. Her eyes narrowed at Bruce, and then at Makara. "You, Fishman. Your boss better pay his tab before he leaves, or I'm gonna find a cousin of yours and cook em' up."
"Fine fine, I'll broach the subject with him, I swear." Makara grumbled, and rolled his eyes. Breaking away from Bruce, he moved over to the corner, placing himself right by Zanza's side and kicking his feet up. Just to add on an extra layer of 'don't screw with this corner of the room.'

"So, Captain." Makara said, after a minute of sitting silently. "We just gonna stay here all night, or are we gonna go out and try to get some night life?"
Yeah, this seems pretty dead in the water. I'm gonna fold my hand too. Vance, if you try starting this up again, hit me up. I got an idea for a nifty assassin.
I've been dealing with family stuff. I should work on something today.
@The 42nd Gecko If you want help, let me know.

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Was not easily impressed, or terrified. But even he had to admit there was something terrifying when a giant could fall. The spray of blood scattered about, and he felt nauseous in the presence of this... Watcher. Sure, he was human, and as such its aura would not be as apparent as it might be to fallen angels, or demons, but even he could feel awe, and fear. He took a step back, clenching his fist to recall his golem. Probably a bit late as the combat had drawn it further from him than he might enjoy. And far to far for it to turn quickly and guard him before the watcher reached.

He was immortal, but he saw what that other had done to the werewolf. He could not risk anything that might attempt to maul him, or worse capture him. "Eagles, attack!" Golden animatronics unfurled from beneath his coat, and several of his golden drones snapped to life. They sailed the distance between him and the attacker, while he stepped back further and further away. Each of the eagles divebombed at the attacker, two or three at once. He only had nine left after scrapping one to make the collars for the werewolves, but the goal wasn't to overwhelm with power. Rather, he expected them to maybe distract, draw attention, long enough for his guardian to charge back.

With luck, his Right Hand, a feat of imperial magitech, would slam into the blue armored watcher's back. Slamming fists down onto its wings, and forcing it to the ground.
"What are you waiting for, Azrael!? Help me!"
@vancexentan Maybe try an OOC, since not everybody sees interest checks.
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