"Keith, buddy! Looking good man!"

Keith grinned, glistening white teeth bared in a smile that would put hollywood actors to shame, his blond curly hair framing his face like a cloud.

"Same for you Joseph! Look at you! Man i just love those tats!"

Joseph smiled as he flexed his arms, his tattoos rippling as his titanic muscles stretched. He looked like an 80's action hero. Almost conan like.

"Are you two nitwits done flexing your good lucks?" A soft lilting voice called out from behind them.

Keith and Joseph both turned, and their jaws dropped.

"Sarah!?" They both shouted in amazement.

Sarah stood in front of them, slender and lithe, long blood red hair trailing down to her hips, pointed ears peeking through the locks. Her arms and stomach bare to the world and rippling with taut sinuous muscles, designed for speed and agility.

Another voice broke in, gruff and gutteral, but filled with humor.

"Yeh, yeh, we all knows ya got da guds sarah, no needz ta show it off"

The three heroes turned to behold the newest addition to their party.

Joseph groaned in despair.

"Aw come on man! Connor You're muscles are bigger than mine!"

Connor grinned, his tusks jutting out from his lower lip.

"That's cuz i'm an ORK ya git! Wez be ded killy!"

Sarah raised her delicate eyerbrows.

"Warhammer ork or tolkien?"

connors response was a simple yet loud

"WAAAAAGH!"

the elf rolled her eyes.

"Noted"

Keith looked about, concern in his eyes.

"Where is turner?"

"I dunno, maybe he is taking his time?"

"He always liked to get things right, be patient."

"He got dat kool mind tho, boy gonna be crazy, calling it"

The conversation cut off as footsteps approached. Heavy and slow, almost leisurely. As the footsteps drew closer, a low repeating sound made itself known.

ksssh kuhhh

ksssh kuhhk

Joseph's eyes widened in recognition and excitement.

"No fucking way."

An imposing, dark figure appeared at the top of the stairs, his form unmistakable. The electronic breathing a dead giveaway.

Sarah took a temptive step foward.

"Turner?"

The helmet of the figure turned to look down at her, it's glossy black eyes locked onto hers.

"Sarah, your form suits you."

Connor stepped forward, his grin massive and terrifyingly wide.

"I 'ad a feeling yous would go for 'im! Told ya guys he was gonna be crazy! HAH!"

Turner looked at his friends, and smiled behind his mask.

This world wouldn't know what hit it.