Harper was wiping his sword with a silken cloth when the voice came over the radio with its message. He suddenly smiled, a brutal, vicious expression with a glint of evil in his eyes. He never got to fight enough anyway... this sounded like fun. Quickly standing, he donned his armour, sheathed his sword and began to pack supplies with the speed and precision of long experience. If something was coming, he sure as hell wouldn't just sit around and wait for it.

As he stepped out of the door, he was already dropping into the flow of the magic, ready to let it guide his steps to where he needed to be.