A snide, sarcastic tone of voice utters the words: "That seems a bit harsh, don't you think? I agree not being able to buy parts seperate from weapons is a bit ridiculous, but nuking the world is a little overkill in my humble opinion." A rather lanky hunter, wearing a Vermillion Stripe set of gear painted a golden and white color set jumps down from his hiding spot on the scafolding above the Warlock and lands on his feet just yards away from them. He has a black rose pulsating with green energy floating delicately above his hand. He puts the plant into a loop on his belt, and looks directly at the Warlock. "If I had to guess, I would say debating this is out of the question." He pulls a white railgun-like gun from his back, and slaps a battery in the slot on the bottom. Too bad, I was hoping I could introduce you to an Exo Warlock I know. You might have hit it off." He adjusts his purple cape, and readies his weapon. "So then, shall we begin?"