<strong>Alias</strong>: Seraph<br/><strong>Your Team</strong>: Team F<br/><strong>Who you're interacting with</strong>: White Flame, Team H<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Seraph watched as the wave of plasma rolled by underneath him. This was one of those moments when Seraph was really glad he could fly. Judging the damage that the plasma had caused to the ground beneath him, that plasma could’ve caused considerable damage to his wings.  Once that plasma had rolled by, he looked over the arena to make sure his team was okay. After he had done so Seraph landed and handed the White Flame over to one of the medics who had come onto the field.<br/><br/>Seraph stretched his wings and stared out at the other team when they stepped onto the field.   The team seemed to be about as beat as his was he noticed.  He was mostly all right though. He still had a little lingering pain below the belt but not enough debilitating or cause much of a hindrance in the next fight.  The other team’s name caused him the winged hero to take notice though. Not because of the cheesiness of it but the thought that if the other team was called the Harriers than there was another flier besides the floating boy in front of them. Which was a problem for Seraph. It meant that he’d have to stay relatively close to the ground if he flew too high, he’d be outnumbered and picked off.<br/><br/>Seraph continued to scan the team trying to identify who the second flier was and what the rest of the team could do.  He hoped there weren’t any screamers on the other team. He’d had enough screaming today and anymore would really irritate him. His thoughts were interrupted however by the sound of Creeping Shadow challenging the hero with the utility belt, well that was one enemy Seraph didn’t have to worry about. He hadn’t seen much of what Creeping Shadow could do but he’d seen enough to know that he’d be able to hold his own. "No more screamers, please. My ears are still ringing from the last one.” He muttered under his breath.