Earth-52 IC

[Sophistemon]

Azrael

Peering down at the environs of the warehouse from his shadowed rooftop perch, the Angel bears a distant witness to the arrival of the Three. He shakes his hooded head with distaste, unimpressed and, perhaps, somewhat disappointed by their unsubtle arrival. The Jailor's files had built them up to be supremely competent champions of Justice, and the man himself had gone on and agonizingly on about the adventures that he had with them before his retirement to the sea-borne prison that he called home. The Angel snorts, unimpressed. Their vehicles had likely alerted everyone within the warehouse to their presence here tonight, thus largely impeding the element of surprise. They were inviting unnecessary doom on their own heads.

Aren't you going to go down and meet them? asks the Other, his voice an echoed whisper in their skull.

Silence, responds the Angel. Damn the Jailor, and double-damn that witch of a woman! The Other was wholly intolerable.

There is a moment of blissful quiet, before: But Lyle said that we can trust them, that we should work to--

Silence! interrupts the Angel, his mental command a frustrated shrieking roar. There is no us! You host, and that is all! With that, the Other, a coward to the core, goes quiet. With his withdrawal, the Angel is free to think of a plan. The Angel would not meet with the other heroes. Because the Three had arrived with such fanfare, it seemed only appropriate that Azrael allow them to draw the attention of those within the warehouse, allowing him to dispense true and proper Judgement upon those who most deserved it. Therefore, he would enter stealthily through a second-story window. He raises a fist and, with a twitch of his wrist, launches a grapple from its hidden housing. Within another half of a breath, the rooftop is empty.

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1. Move: Azrael uses his 'Swinging' power to reach the roof of the warehouse.
2. Standard: He will then use Stealth to enter the building's second story undetected. (1d20+15)[29]