❝ You sound like a sorcerer. The Demons I'm used to will certainly put your spells and such to the test... ❞

She rolled her shoulders.

❝ Alright, Zander. I'll take us somewhere we can fight. Are you ready? ❞

/ Then you're on.

/ What do you wanna wager?

❝ I know how to tell a deadweight from a warrior, and you're definitely not the former — so don't worry.

What's your combat speciality? ❞

/ wanna bet?

/ ready to fight it out in the backline

/ we love venom!!!

❝ No, not really — Xavier only accepts Mutants, and Magneto only accepts extremists. Though things have gotten pretty bad... but I'm not going to get into that.

We could work together, you know. Plus I have plenty from Limbo I could share with you. ❞

❝ I guess I'd be in the same boat if not for the X-Men. I still prefer to strike it out on my own most of time, but.... ❞

She folded her arms under her chest.

❝ Are you being hunted? Is that why they show up? ❞

❝ Living in a van? You're pretty well-kempt and scented for that. Could've fooled me. ❞

She felt bad. Why was he living like that?

❝ Hard to find work? ❞

❝ Oh, the Demon Boy. Er — Angel, Demon,... man.

Zander!

Zander. How are you? ❞

❝ I can't say who wants me dead, but I've made many things dead on my own. If something wants me dead, usually it is that thing that dies instead.

Your mother was from Heaven? That's really something, sword-man. ❞