PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

She is gone.

There is nothing left. Integra- I failed you again.

But you will not go unavenged. This city of angels killed you. I will return death for death.

Behold my form and despair.

Horsemen. I had forgotten. But my mind has cleared.

Those with whom slight plans were made to organize, I will rejoin you and fight with all I have.

[ooc: Have a Suburban sized dragon rampaging downtown. He doesn't handle emo well. Logic prevails! He has calmed and focused on the Horsemen.]

Who needs a shave?