Sam, Dante
Blade gets up, adjusting his coat again, and puts on his sunglasses. He's not tall, but he sure seems to be in that instant. And standing next to Dante, the man in red and the man in black make a terrifying pair. "Well, now that that's out of the way, what's say we finish hunting down that cracker-ass motherf*cker who started this whole thing and teach him to play nice?" He asks, completely ignoring Andi's arrival, and leaving Sam to explain.
Dante feels a key in his pocket. It's one of the ones Sammael kept on his keyring. As Sammael used it in most of his magic, perhaps it might be useful. Doesn't seem like much of a reward, but you've been surprised before.
Anderson
You smash through the zombies like a ten foot tall Soccer hooligan in a star Trek convention, killing them with ease.
The wolves watch from their horses, motionless.
The Stig
Deadpool stops. He looks at you. He strokes his chin. "Well, you're well dressed, and you drive fast cars. You are working with my sidekick, and you are so totally the coolest...
Ahem. Yes. Yes, I think we can work something out."
Solomon Kane
The staff doesn't answer. That's a first.