Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5456040-20150114051818/@comment-4211788-20150116023801

"Not heroes, just foolish rogues. They're unhappy with their lives and decide to punish the working class. Either by ruining water supplies or hacking the light systems in the city."

Praxis darts his eyes as he tries to remember the Codex operatives.

"Ah yes.. Former Navy Fist commando, Torn. A slender, yet tall eagle. Very skilled at hand-to-hand combat. Almost relentless as well, never showing or giving into weakness. It was his stubborness that had him be forcefully removed of the Navy Fist unit six. Though he is not an easy opponent, Torn is indeed a nasty fighter and will definitely make sure you don't live with out him beating you good.." Praxis then takes a drink that lies on his desk.

"Then there's his prime agents. Gis the Bull, bulky and intelligent. This bull is responsible for the mass of lives lost behind those thick horns on his head. He's a weapons specialist, and also a former Navy Fist soldier."

"Kole the Mouse, a genius at health. This pesterence heals those he claims to be innocent. Quick on his feet as he is with his mind, you can never tell what this rat is up to. He's the group's medic, and he's very good at amputation. Be careful for his hidden blades, they surround his body practically."

"Next is the gullible ball of fuzz, Alexander; or as he's known in the streets Cryo. This wannabe hero thinks that the Codex is wholesome in every way, he actually thinks he's bringing forth some change. The boy is cockier than anything you've seen Vlad do. His accent's terrible, and his attitude is worse. Not to mention he's very short. Though do not underestimate this one, he's a master of cryokinesis and is armed with a very intelligent mind, he's full of tactics. I took great pleasure in killing his father." The lord clenches his fist.

"Lastly, the mute; Sonar. The boy hasn't spoken since he was a mere fetus. He doesn't bat an eye at anything, rarely can anyone crack into what this sociopath has in mind. Utterly ruthless with a pistol and some blades, this fox is nothing to toy with. He's almost completely metal, he might as well be any way. He's got a missing arm that was replaced with cybernetics, as well as a fancy visor. Unlike the other Codex, Sonar isn't petty. This boy is unpredictable in every fashion, not even I know him well myself."

The bull lets out a huff. He then opens a desk full of cigars where he offers Nea and her troops some before lighting a cigar himself.

"Let's proceed with your plans, Neapolitan." says Praxis coldly.