<strong>Name:</strong>Most Benevolent Tyrant Draken<strong>Passion:</strong>Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Fire<strong>Skills:</strong>Strength(X) Intimidate(X) Endurance( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>3(10)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>0(8)<strong>AT:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>Draken didn't even flinch as the miniature lighting bolt shot past his shoulder to explode among the foes before him... he did seem to droop a little as he realized there no longer<em>were</em>any foe before him. Turning he began walking back toward the clearing in the ruble around the gate.<br/><br/>In contrast to his companions his masked face conferred the impression of a grim grin as Monkey showed up. "Just a potential harbinger of Chaos, Destruction, and Celestial War." He shrugged, grin widening in humor. "So not much different from that time you got drunk on a Tuesday."<br/><br/>He looked the ruined city around before turning back to Monkey. "Which way to the nearest working office?"