Cole chuckles under his helmet. "Well, now that we've dumped the trash off in the cells and they can't hear us..." He reaches up and pulls of his helmet...
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Azrael chuckles. "I came here following rumors of the Angel Knight, but it seems that they're naught but hot air. Perhaps I can make something of this waste of time though."
"Inspired by an angel, that's cute." Cole giggles a little, apparently pleased at the bard's discomfort. "I don't know if that makes you a criminal, but it certainly shows that you're rather easy to impress. I suppose you really don't know anything of use after all. That's a shame. I was hoping to get to take the head of a paladin this time, but you're just a starstruck little fan boy. Oh well." He shoves the bard toward the rest of the group. "I don't wouldn't even get the satisfaction of killing someone she cares about if I offed him." He half turns as he hears the doors open and more people coming out from inside the tavern. He folds his wings back, looking over at the new arrivals. His face is impossible to read under the smooth metal helm, but his posture is relaxed and his blade lowered. The dark armor half blends into the night, along with his large black wings.
"So the Angel Knight is something you came up with off the top of your head then? Well, if you don't know anything then there's no reason why these folks need you alive..."
The winged figure shrugs, making his wings flex. "Then I suppose I just haven't killed enough Iomedaeans to make a big enough name for myself. I'll have to correct that as soon as possible. Though whether I start tonight or not depends." He looks at the surrendered bard. "Because I would be thrilled to help you drag every detail from this fool's bleeding, twitching body."
"I am the dark angel who hunts the Inheritor's lackies to the ends of the earth. Perhaps you've heard of me. Or seen my work. I left the last priest I caught flayed alive and used his blood to repaint the altar in his precious chapel. The story made rounds through a few towns before I moved on." He sheaths his sword again. "But I don't really want this one dead yet. I heard some very interesting stories about an Angel Knight and this man seems to know all of them."
"Alive is usually better for talking," Cole calls out, finally calling attention to himself on the roof. His huge black wings flare out and he swoops down, landing behind Kels and putting himself firmly in the middle of the minstrel's escape route. "Or screaming, the way I prefer to do things." There's a slight edge to his voice, making him sound entirely too happy at the prospect of making the bard squeal. He draws his sword with a steely hiss, ready if the bard attempts to cast another spell. "I hope you don't mind a concerned third party my dropping in unannounced, but I didn't want to miss out on the fun. And any enemy of the b*tch of Valor's little toadies is a friend of mine." He giggles in a slightly off kilter manner and stares at Kels through his visor. "And I haven't gotten the chance to flay one of them alive in weeks. I'm starting to get twitchy."
Cole smiles under his helmet. "Finally, something interesting." He flaps his wings once and launches himself toward the roof of the tavern so he can get a look at what's going on all around the building.
Sorry, I was waiting to see if Corven did anything to alert those outside to what was happening. Otherwise Cole doesn't have much reason to do anything other than observe yet.
As soon as the others are out of sight, Cole ducks into a nearby alleyway and slips into the shadows. He tucks his sash and clothes inside his back as he changes his outfit. His wings flare open and he pulls out slightly bloodstained black over his leather armor and a burnished steel helm. The metal is one solid piece, covering his entire face save for a small slit for the eyes. With a savage smirk, he launches himself into the air and soars over the rooftops toward the tavern. How he missed flying free when he was in town with humans. He swooped down as he neared the building, landing on a roof across the street and settling down to see what the situation was.
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