(Evening.)
("How 'bout the soul? Gotta get it before the other fella gets the eyes.")
("How 'bout the leg?")
(Evening.)
(Ehh, about as well as one would feel after taking their term exams. How about you?)
(I have been summoned. I think. I dunno.)
(Yo.)
(Yo. Been pretty busy, semester exams are upon me.)
(Yello.)
(I see I was pinged, what did I miss?)
(Back.)
(Evening.)
*Amun just stands there. A few of the criminals look at each other and shrug, rushing Amun, only for black pillar from a nearby shadow to suddenly slam them into wall, knocking them out with a single blow. He steps over them and begins approaching Doomfist.*
*Umbra looks at the newcomer.* /The Boy Who Lived? What kind of title is that?/
*Amun follows suit, sword in one hand, sidearm in the other.*
*Umbra steps into a shadow, melting into it and appears on top of the gargoyle.*
*Umbra remained close to a shadow, surveying the statue. Asteria circled around it, though she was also puzzled about what made it special.*
*Amun readied a pistol, ready for any confrontation.*
(About as ready as I could be right now.)
(Evening.)
(Afternoon.)
*Amun nodded.* "I'd imagine it is."
*Umbra unsheathed his sword.*
Umbra: "What the hell is that thing?!"
(Mm yes, I am here.)