"BULLSHIT!" Chrome say's, swinging from the ceiling.
	"You make Lithe look like Mary Goddamned Poppins!" Chrome said, eyeing Jan so intensely that if he had heat vision Jan would obviously have a few holes burnt right through him. Chrome's feelings towards this man were mixed. On one hand, Nitrogen was a valuable ally to a piece of chromium because that meant that they were NOT enemies. On the other hand, if he had to means to he would have crapped his pants. He raised his sword up finally moving it right below Jan's chin. He raised his other arm up as one child might raise his hand.
	"You my friend, must swear that the gas mask stays on no matter what the cost is while you're in my presence. If you so much as touch that mask I will kill you... or at least I would try because considering the fact's chances are that by the time you took it off you would be able to wipe my a- that's not the point. Just keep the mask on and I'll keep YOUR head on!"