"Wait a minute....." Trace said, grabbing Magnus by the sholder. "Over there."
"Huh?" The dreni mumbled, turning his head. He noticed the MVNs and Roa, then cocked an eyebrow. "So?"
The cyborg punched Magnus across the face. "YOU IDIOT! You got so focused on that time controling idiot that you haven't considered he MIGHT not be the boss of whatever the hell group of villians is running around!"
Magnus rubbed his cheeck. "Not cool......and so what? I want to finish dealing with that time haxor nub first."
Trace's teeth sharpened into fangs. "NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT."
"Yeesh, what's with you all of a sudden?" Magnus asked, taking a step away from his friend. "It's not like it'd be that hard to beat the other guy....."
"YOU. ARE. HOPELESS." Trace roared, morphing into his werewolf form as he became increasingly agitated. His fur was a light icy blue, while his visor still somehow covered his eyes. his outfit also seemed to remain intact rather then shread apart.
"Hey, wait a minute, you're the one who suggested we go after the other guy and now you're mad at ME because I still want to fight him?!" Magnus snapped. "Pretty hypocritical if you ask me."
"Oh, shaddup." the were-borg grunted. "It's not like we had any idea where to go anyways."
"Why does this feel like an excuse to not leave and try to fight them off?" Magnus mused, rubbing his chin. "Ah well. 'EY, YOU!"
Magnus pointed his sword at Roa. "The hell are you up to?"
((I should probably point out that at this point, I really have NO IDEA what the hell is going on. I'm just making this up as I go moreso then normal.))