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The Knight straightened up and planted her feet, ready to release a burst if she needed to engage in any crowd control. She took a moment in order to survey some of the individuals present, a number of which seemed to be watching her with concern, or hostility. An assortment of people, and a number of things that were not people at all. Some of the things there didn't even really qualify as animals.

Experiments, she concluded, or possibly some of the strange things Marvellous Balthazar or Chancellor Azrael were likely to conjure up. However you looked at it, there were far too many freaks here for it to be Liberty. The whole thing lacked the kind of uniformity that she would expect from Libbers.

Aslanders?

That only raised another heap of questions though. Especially regarding how the masked one knew her name. She'd heard it mentioned one or two times from the direction of her, but she couldn't ever remember seeing such a creature in her usual career.

Kor was just taking a moment to think it over, when a blue glow caught her eye and she rounded on it, dark grey eyes setting on the form of Drake.

"You! What the hell is going on here?! Spit it out you grubby little terrorist or I'll try my very best to make sure that you stay dead this time!"

A few sparks fizzed between her fingers as she regarded him. Whilst she'd been hoping to see a familiar face, this was not at all what she had had in mind.