Rictor/Drake/Open.
"Ah, but you're in charge now. You're gonna single-handedly rescue us all from this new plague of madness, correct?" It was a joke, but a slightly forced one—Ric loved ribbing his friend, but the latest spate of blood-soaked violence across Emillion, which he'd slowly grown to think of as his city and home, worried him. When their unseen enemy was enough to leave an entire guild of trained, professional fighters stumped...