<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Venom-550x362.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Sam DeMarco<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Umbra<br/>Tagging: Any<br/><hr/><br/>Sam raised his fist to his mouth to stifle a yawn, having not had quite as much sleep as he would have preferred the night before. The thought of breakfast had been less than appealing, so he settled for an apple and a glass of water. He could always top up properly at lunch.<br/><br/>The amphitheater was something of a surprise. He'd expected some kind of formal introduction from the staff, full of motivational speech, insights, and assurances that hard work and due diligence would see them doing well here. The slamming of the doors and sudden darkness was enough to send a jolt of adrenalin through his bloodstream, burning away the last of the lethargy of the night before.<br/><br/><strong>Trouble?</strong><br/><br/>"Probably not," he murmured. His eyes caught the movement overhead as several drones? Craft? emerged and began to dive on the group.<br/><br/><strong>Trouble!</strong><br/><br/>In a moment Malcarion assumed his true form, the liquid darkness enveloping Sam, and a booming laugh rose into the darkness. With an effort of will, Malcarion summoned a pair of pitch black wings and rose into the air, rocketing straight for the oncoming attack craft, spinning laterally to avoid the first bolts of energy that he drew.<br/><br/><em>Do you have a plan?</em><br/><br/><strong>"They attacked us without provocation. They are therefore bad guys. And I get to eat them."</strong><br/><br/><em>Hulk smash, got it.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Yes, good plan. I like this plan."</strong>