[PQ] Semper Fidelis

The call reached Lucas's ears and he wasted no time in heeding it; his steps altered subtly, the Ascended circling back towards the Spire from his place walking its perimeter. He came at it from the opposite side to Wessex, his hands buried in the deep pockets of his black coat, his hood drawn up to cover his fair hair. He had drunk deep from the Voice that day, resisting the urge to go after one of the Naturals or Outlanders instead - it made him slow, he found. And tonight they could not afford to be anything but razor sharp. With him he carried a coil of rope, a pair of knuckle dusters and a small knife that would be more for utility than a weapon. In truth he planned to fight nothing, should it come to that. His comrades could be heroes - Lucas had a job to do. Besides, after his romp with Edrei he could still feel her magic burning, crackling under his skin. If in dire need, he would waste no time in using it. Slowing his steps once he grew close enough, he nodded to Wessex but said nothing, awaiting further instruction. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk