[center][h1][color=27FF79]Omega[/color][/h1][/center]


Omega could feel the light coming from the staircase that had descended from above. Typical, angels always had to make a big showy entrance, especially their leaders. While he had yet to meet him in person, Omega had heard stories of this one. Torag, though he didn’t have much previous experience as a leader, he was said to be an unstoppable force on his own, something this group would need if they hoped to take the ruins. 


Despite not actually holding any high rankings, Omega had been acting as a sort of ringleader to the initial scouting party, which is why it came to him as little surprise that Torag approached him on how the force was doing. He continued to spin his revolver, but slowly pulled it closer to its holster until it perfectly slipped in. Once the revolver was resting in its holster, he turned to Torag before speaking, his face blank and expressionless mainly due to the fact he didn’t have one. [color=27FF79]”The way I see it, these folks are hurting so bad for a good commander they’d listen to a bluejay if it started giving orders. Someone like yerself should have no problem in rallying the troops. Course that ain’t gonna be the real problem.”[/color] Omega turned back to looking out over the sea and holding his fingers out like a gun pointed.


[color=27FF79]”To the West we’ve got reports of demons popping up at an unknown rate, and though the scouts aren’t back just yet, we’ve been feeling some tremors from the North; Most likely Machina riding in.”[/color] He readjusted his hat sand continued speaking in a calm southern tone. [color=27FF79]”Right now our only advantage is the fact we got here first. We already know the lay of the land and while they’re setting up, we can start planning our first move.”[/color]

[@Mega Birb]