((OOS: No reaction description, Cracken.
Also his clothes are 18th century style. Ish. His armor isn't ^.^))
*The man dodges, inhumanly quick*
Man: What you are matters not. *He fires a glowing net at Cracken, distracting him for a moment, and leaps from the balcony down to the ground level*
Gilian: *staring* Cyrus Duncan. How...
Duncan: Enelya. The Angel Scourge. Isn't that what they called you? What are you doing here?
Gilian: I'm not... *Duncan fires his crossbow at her. In an instant, her sword is out, blocking the green-glowing bolt. The bolt flies into the wall, burning a hole there*
Duncan: You're a Blade as well...how interesting. I was told the Blades were warriors for good and justice. I remember you used take such delight in killing those who stood for such things...
Gilian: And I remember you used to work with men.
*Anger shows on the man's face. He shoots at Gilian again. She dodges*
Rwos: Stop this. Who are you?
Starr: Whoever he is, he's dead.
Forum A-Wing pilot of mysterious and indistinct gender. Aresener now and forever.