<strong>Alias</strong>: Seraph<br/><strong>Your Team</strong>: Team F<br/><strong>Who you're interacting with</strong>: Harrier<br/><hr/><br/>Seraph cracked a grin and continued to hover after he had delivered his punch. It was satisfying to land such a clean hit on his arrogant opponent.  He was confused however as Harrier dropped into a boxing stance. Seraph rolled his eyes.  He couldn't believe that his opponent wanted to fight on the ground, while they could fly. Did Harrier really think that he would draw Seraph into a fist fight? Well, Seraph wasn't going to allow Harrier to draw him into a fight on the ground especially with his leg in the condition it was currently in. No, he was going to stick with what he did best, fly. Seraph flew forward tackling his opponent and slamming him into one of the barriers at max speed before peeling off and putting some distance between him and his opponent to get some time to react in the case of retaliation as long as nobody stopped him.