Bloody annoying sirens. [He mutters, wincing at the noise as he starts glancing around for the apparent threat that was coming down on them.] What're they on about?
[He had gotten used to being mortal again for awhile, not having everything amped up to eleven. Like his love for violence. He's itching to fight now, and it only grows the longer the sirens blare through the city.]
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[He had gotten used to being mortal again for awhile, not having everything amped up to eleven. Like his love for violence. He's itching to fight now, and it only grows the longer the sirens blare through the city.]