Bartholemew chuckles, and stretches- still shirtless apart from his longcoat, as he strides to stand at his full height at Scarlet's side. "Well, I suppose I may as well.... help with a distraction, if we're all here anyway." He says with a wide smile, fangs showing.<br/><br/>MEAAANWHIlE!<br/><br/>Three Bikes are entering the City, from it's northernmost gate. At their head is a woman- all are helmed, but the woman still sticks out; she gleams with an light the others do not share. Their bikes engine's roar, and their armor rests on their forms easily, the powered suits whirring to life as they near their targets.<br/><br/>A Laugh escapes the womans lips, and she grins wide beneath the stylized, winged helm. Her armor bears an notable codpiece- as does that worn by her two comrades. Their bikes scream down streets- homing in for the center of town, as led by her.<br/><br/>Because she has had a vision- a coming darkness.. and warriors, who will stand at her side against it. She's unsure as to what the darkness is, or who will stand with her against it- but that's alright! She is a Hero, a Champion of Light, of Hope! Surely, such details will resolve themselves if it is fates Decree She continue to stand against the Darkness!<br/><br/>A laugh, as they pull in to a triangle around a central location within the city- and one by one, she and her two Knights dismount- hitting the floor with a mighty thud. Helms fold back in to suits, as they look to each other. The woman has silver hair- one of the men grey, the other black. All are smiling cheerfully.<br/><br/>YET ANOTHER MEANWHILE!!!<br/><br/>A Chuckle and a Laugh, followed by the resonant sound of one man clapping, announces a new presence behind the Nightman. Formed and called by the hatred of those present for their targets combined with that of their victims for their slayers, he is formed- an tall, ordinary looking man, in an black suit. He smiles faintly, as he approaches the Nightman, clapping.<br/><br/>"My...But you do know how to put on a show. And your hunting something that belongs to me... well, something that belongs to me is in the same group as the one who bears what you seek- to be more.. precise." he says, chuckling.