Xel
The Paladin
The PaladinSeaside Warehouse
He looked over at the walking monitor to see the body laying in front of him. "Thought as much." He grumbled quietly to himself with a sigh as he immediately recognized where this was going. As if god himself wished to prove him right creaking could be heard from above and with little warning the ceiling caved in. He was quick, moving out of the way of the falling debris with a roll that ended with him back on his feet and his guns drawn. Both pistols were trained directly on the smokey debris pile where the heroes now took up residence. "And this is precisely why I didn't want Bright or Doc here..."
Was common sense, really. Obviously the heroes wouldn't overlook a gathering of villains. Although the party crashers were an obvious outcome, their numbers left only two possibilities. Either they were very good at their job, or they underestimated those gathered and based on his experience with heroes he doubted it was the latter. He slowly, cautiously, took a few extra steps back to further him from the moonlight trickling in through the hole in the roof. His pure black getup providing good camouflage in the darkened warehouse.
Others seemed to have no issue with revealing themselves as he saw the telltale signs of a fire from the other side of the debris with an electric lightbulb on his side. He made a note to keep an eye on the human torch as he was the second most likely to draw attention from the heroes. The first being the other armored soldier who opened fire. With the others making themselves targets he slowly positioned himself at a distance. For the time being these were his fellow combatants so he made sure he was positioned to cover them should they come under attack.
Seaside Warehouse