<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Job Role: </strong>Villain<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Dining hall --> Holodeck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>(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/>Blake was not happy with this turn of events, this was quite the cluster and he realized he should have been in charge but when Glenda the good witch took over he was left with being the background and watching.  He was seeing it all play out and taking in the best strategy to deal with this he saw where everyone was...He even noticed as his blade struck one of the items and it began to come down.  The one called Ghost was seemingly disabled.  He was waiting for the female body to change, he had found most of them last night either by interaction or deduction so she was the near-albino looking one.  She was hot...ok hot enough to not let her go splat!  He was no hero, not by a friggin long shot but he couldn't let sexy girls die...he might have a use for them later.  But his frustration behind the fact that this woman was about to die on him and it was partly his fault...he sighed in frustration.  'What a bunch of Novices!'<br/><br/>With a quick motion and a slide he was beneath her and jumped at her using his momentum to pull this one out of the way.  "Be careful, I won't be there to save yo ass next time!"  he said not realizing he was revealing more about his words than he meant too.  Least of all he thought she had a nice behind, he moved to put her down.  Not wanting her to thank him and have to do that welcome crap, it was a means to an end and he didn't want that nice guy rep.  Not in here anyway.