Michael
With how amusing the contrast between the lethal swordmaster and fairly normal young girl was to the immortal, he couldn't help a chuckle as Meti hid her face in her hands until they landed. The amusing moment was swiftly cut short, however, as Vanguard made himself known, before he in turn was interrupted by what was left of the prison crashing down around him.
To Michael's credit, he tried not to laugh, he really did. He almost succeeded too, but the last piece of rubble striking Van over the head pulled another chuckle out of him. What he saw next, however, was marginally less amusing. Or perhaps more so, if he took a moment to think about it. All the same, the tension piling up between the two was an eyesore.
Not even looking slightly fazed by the man's new expression or Meti's own blank face, Michael stepped up once more, practically radiating that familiar calm with an easy smile on his face.
"Well, that was a nice warm-up," the immortal said, "That aside, whether or not it was her doing, that chopper did most of the work with its missiles while trying to gun her down, I'd imagine. Besides, I doubt the stock would've been much use to you, unless you know how to reassemble guns from their scrambled parts. By the time I was finished with their leaders, their weapons had been disassembled and their grunts were trying to shell me with grenades. I'd just gotten done with them when she showed up here with her friend."
