[b][i]The air in the room goes stale, the scent of death itself corrupts the noses of many. A large, hooded figure steps into the room, appearing to be the devil himself. He has 3 revolvers laying in holsters on his left side, with a large AK-47 in a holster at his right. The words [/i][/b]Hunters Legion[b][i] are sprawled across his back in a fiery orange. He approaches Murphy, a form of haste to his movements, his words showing urgency as he speaks. [/i][/b]"Murphy, we need to speak"