<strong>Name:</strong>Vox<br/><strong>Location:</strong>37th floor of Aincrad, Mystic Hills.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aniya, Fuuko<br/><br/>There was nothing but a serene melody of chirps and tweets from the virtual avian life fluttering above the midst of thick, wall-like clusters of bamboo. The sweet mix was transformed into a cacophony of flapping wings and dashing feathers by a brutal note of stone slabs swinging open. The convicted maestro had kicked the door ajar, reopening an entrance into the small hill of rock that had housed a brutal boss fight. Judging by the endless gallery of nicks and scratches on the armor of the stern and imposing figure, it would have been prudent to bring a bit more members to the group.<br/><br/>Never-mind that the stocky, tall swordsman tepidly stepping out of the entrance looked like he could substitute easily for three Undine nerds. The battle-scars on the armor (more an in-game literal description of the need to fix them) brings that number up to four tiny Undine nerd-children. It's unfortunate that the sunlight illuminating the rest of the warrior unveiled that the brute's brutal-looking blade had broken apart in the middle. Ideally, the other piece would be lodged in whatever beast's bum.<br/><br/>More importantly this meant that he could only substitute for two tiny Undines right now. Vox is not credit to team.<br/><br/>The glorious overbite-sporting armor made an unfriendly, angry rustle as he turned to point the busted sword rudely towards the two still inside the hill. A delicate, crimson-eyed Spriggan and a wild-haired fellow Salamander.