<div class="floatleft">(http://fast1.onesite.com/capcom-unity.com/user/kramez/ac705c2072cbddc420d1a1733e4abe59.jpg?v=188100)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Kid Arrow</span></span><br/><em>Telescopic Vision, Olympic Archer</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>1<strong>SPE:</strong>4<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>1<strong>AGL:</strong>4<strong>PER:</strong>4<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Situation Room;  Hall of Order</em><br/><br/>Kid Arrow folded his arms over his chest as he listened to Majesty's short spiel.  Then he shook his head.<br/><br/>"The Rubric Scarab isn't the source of magical power; it is a focus, a fetish, of terrestrial white magic," he said.   "It doesn't empower a magician; its existence amplifies a magician's spells.  The League isn't out to get their hands on the scarab-- they're out to destroy it."<br/><br/>He placed his hands on top of the table, and then rose to his feet slowly.  The computer generated a holograph of the world, and the faces and profiles of a number of magic-wielding superheroes appeared.  Red strings connected them to Ursa City, even though some of their smiling faces hovered in places far away.<br/><br/>"If they manage to destroy it, the results would be catastrophic," he began, licking his lips, and sternly continued:   "We are talking about an unprecedented extinction level event.  The fields of magic that protect this dimension from demons and ancient aliens would be weakened.  The defenses constructed by generations of sorcerers to keep the unknown at bay would be compromised.  And lastly, our magic-using allies would be hampered.  Some would have to go into retirement.  Others will die, since they won't be able to maintain the spells that prolong their old age."<br/><br/>The Kid got up and got some pizza:   "Computer?  Please add our new arrivals into the meeting's registry in case of a quorum."