<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone, (Mentioned:  Ghost, Leshy, Dark Wings, Harriet, Open)<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div><br/><br/>Blake found himself looking over the redhead woman that looked like she was almost like him, he was looking at her.  He did have a penchant for redheads, but he couldn't help but stop in his tracks and look at her.  The fact that she was focused on what was before her was bold and almost arousing.  He notices the change in her appearance to the dark-haired warrior woman and a light smile played over his lips and he noticed the feel of supernatural as the change was more metaphysical than the others that were there.  She was just as nice on the eyes as well  He watched her, his arms crossed as he kept her insight.  She moved through the course, he was finding himself aware of the skill, he was perhaps a bit impressed.  Not that he cared he could see and tell the haughty nature within her nearly matched his own.<br/><br/>He noticed the other redhead who was very much assured of herself they were very much different the other relished in her abilities as she knew she was going to succeed.  It was her ego that seemed to be bored at the part as he had been, but he was first so he couldn't follow anyone as he preferred to lead rather than follow.  He appeared to be well built maybe she wasn't as good as him as the bullet clipped her and yet bounced off the suit, it slowed her speed just a bit allowing him to still remained second.  It killed him to even thinkin of being less than perfect.  He knew was he was going to be doing in the morning, it was to do with working to be better than these pitiful beings that still remained to be less than he was despite the timing..and yet that was the measurement they were using right now...as such he wasn't the best!<br/><br/>He watched as Furball and the creature that looked like a specter moved to talk to the dark-haired maiden.  He watched observing the display of abilities he was watching and calculate the environment at some point these individuals may become enemies and he simply had to be ready for the change, even if now he still had to share the same space with them.<br/>