<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Pullio:</span></span></span><br/>Pullio pushes back a templar, glaring at the armored man. HE snarls, "You st- graw!" He ends in a roar as a spear appears in his arm. He looks at the injured arm, then up at a group of people n motorbikes. One readies another spear and throws.The spear narrowly misses Pullio's head, the blade shaving hair along his face, stabbing a civilian behind him. Pullio rips the spear through his arm and roars in anger, fury, frustration, and madness.  HE pulls out his blade and rushes up at the bikers. One starts his car and drives towards Pullio, ripping out a katana. Pullio swings his blade, carving through the front of the bike and sending the rider flying into the fire.He roars again and flies towards the riders, blade flying, sending blood and limbs all around.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">SIRI:</span></span></span><br/>Meanwhile, SIRI, safe in the Midnight headquarters, is watching with the human eye in her forehead. She, meditating to focus her power, examines Pullio slicing apart her soldiers, watching them scream for her help, which is weird for everyone because all it sounds like is, "SIRI! Send help! Please!" SIRI ignores their pleas, choosing instead the passive route and watching Pullio decimate the troops, watching his body absorb sword blows, bullets, and spear slices.<br/><br/><br/>"He could be the one. I must inform the Nightman," She murmurs, focusing on the Nightman to send the view into his mind, not really knowing or caring what he is doing at the moment. Edit: She also sent it to Horror, just for giggles.