Richard Maxwell
Richard shrugged nonchalantly, his expression as bored as a chess board.
"There have been bigger and badder fishes around in here, and no warning was given for them. If it really was just a few armed hooligans, there wouldn't be much of an issue now would there? If you ask me, there is something fishy about this whole thing."
That, and he just didn't like the idea of having some shmucks rampage about in his city. If something happened to Forest, he wouldn't be able to kill her. She would come, there wasn't even any question about it. That is, if that whole goody two shoes hero talk wasn't a lie.
He doubted it. He could smell a liar from a mile away, and all she smelled of was-
What did she mell like again? He wasn't so sure really. But she wasn't lying that time!
Richard and company finally arrived to the blast furnace. What he saw, he didn't like one bit. With that in mind, it wouldn't be wise to charge in, so he'd let Michael do it for him.
"Mikey, Rikuyo, do your thing." He calmly ordered with a faint smile.