<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Job Role: </strong>Villain<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Course<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Harriet, (Mentioned:  Ghost, Leshy, Dark Wings, Harriet, Open)<br/><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/><br/>Blake looked at her, as he let a smirk play over his lips. “Everyone loves the fliers…but that is pretty useless if you can’t survive a real fight.  You are just a higher target is all.”  He said as he saw her gaze moved towards the dark haired one that had been a redhead before.  Then there was the other woman that seems a bit more camera focused.<br/><br/>“So if you are not believing in your abilities…why are you here?”  He said plainly.  “You made it through the course with no more than a few smacks of bullets to that nice ass of yours.  You survived how makes no never mind.”  He was a deity in his own mind so he didn’t think of anything short of just being who he was.<br/><br/>“Are you going to be out of that suit when I show up at the party tonight?  Or do I have wonder if the suit is keeping all that in place or will I get to see you?”  He said standing there before her.<br/>