Kro drifted through the sky, over the city. His search has so far been fruitless,but he had picked up another problem. Somone being chased by a large group of robe-clad aggressors. His body wished to ignore it, but he couldn't. That guy could be Geoff. Well, it bloody well looked like it. He began to swoop down towards them, forming smoke in one hand and drawing his pistol in the other.
"I guess I look like an Angel like this... An angel of death, that is."
A wicked grin cracked behind his mask.