John was glad to finally be getting out of jail for some field work even though he detested working for these big government PC dogs. Now he would be free to have some fun and it sounded like this mission was going to be a like a mad scientist experiment gone wrong horror movie and it intrigued John. He was especially interested in taking on Superman like clones to test to see if what was said about The Man of Steel was correct and that he could be taken down by magical weapons. He chuckled at Red Ghost's comment.

"I had no idea we had the Joker on this squad, please continue with your unique humor" he said with his voice full of sarcasm in it and he focused on the details of the mission given to them by. The pilot of the plane that they were on gave them the rundown of the status of the club that the lab was located under and how it should be easy to enter unless someone messed up the plan. He smiled.

"Only no-talent rookies would screw this up" he said as they approached the drop off site. Just then one of his teammates started to play his guitar and John didn't like it, but he also could feel that there were some weird effects going on with the music. 
[i]"I don't like the one making that retched music"[/i] his sword spoke to him with an annoyed tone.

[i]"I am sure he will probably be one of the first to go"[/i] John replied to his weapon and Blood Bath laughed at that comment.

They soon got off the plane and he followed the squad leader down into the lab and was curious to see what these clones would be like, it sounded like they resembled the Superman villain Bizarro. When they got there he noticed that there was at least four of them and one looked to be female. One of the agents made a comment about the scientists being politically correct.

"F**k you Social Justice Warrior" he said to the agent and flipped him off for being a cuck in John's eyes. He smiled when the female clone fried the man with heat vision. [i]The typical fate of a beta male[/i] he thought himself and almost burst out laughing at the irony. It looked like he was action time and he drew his sword and Parrying Dagger and was ready for a fight.

"It's time to dance" he said as he got in a crouch position waiting for the battle to begin.

[i]"Yes! give me blood to drink!"[/i] his weapon spoke to him.