I retract my claws, and hold my hands palm-up.Noting your presence, I latch four braces on to you; on your hands and wrists respectively, that form from the aura material on the ground.
Just in case you need... extra help. I only asked for you infernal cretin of the streets to gather here to discuss matters that our visitor may want to hear. Rickerslade? May I take your death wish? This is between us and you. The order will be as follows:
The rest of you may assist your respected sides as deemed necessary by the above participants. Any questions?Code:Forte.. rickerslade
Lucas: I'm not here to fight you; I just want to talk. Besides, it's obvious you're a ranged fighter, while I'm up-close and personal; what do you have to lose by talking?
Lucas' employer is watching the scene via a hacked military satilite projecting the image to a screen. A highly advanced system picks up the smallest vibrations in the area to give the employer sound.
???: [sarcastica]Go ahead, Lucas... tell him everything![/sarcastica] As long as you get him on my side, I suppose...
p.s. I'm not sure if the braces are to help or hinder me, so until I'm told otherwise, I'm assuming hinder.