[Salone]

"Here I am!"

Lev stepped from the APC, adorned in his weathered duster. Below were the many scars and wounds he had inherited from years of fighting, now exposed on his bare chest. He held his arms opened wide, ready to accept this new person if they were willing to donate their flesh to him. He paused for a moment, his crazed look morphing to that of study, trying to decipher what was hiding behind the shape of a man.

"A silver tongue, and a forked one at that. Ramblings. The very will you exert over flesh. You rival me. But I am the Lion of God. Pray tell, are you here to make a donation? There is blood of your cohort wetting the mountainside, wasting away in the sun. I hear you plan to erode the very rock we stand on with the flowing of our blood, if you so command. What are you, that possess such parlor tricks?"

He kept looking at him, eyes running up and down. After a moment he threw his hands in to the air carelessly, as if giving up on something.

"I retain this body because Father and I modeled man after our image. This is a homage to our creation. If you are not a man do not play at it, so that our representation is not defiled any further. You are not mere Man."