Sinclaire: Thank you.
*Her form begins to grow indistinct*
Sinclaire: The Deviluke twins should be able to bring me to your location once he's free...
*She disappears in a blip - And is back a moment later, with a male in tow*
*Overall resembling a humanoid weasel, he has primarily rust-red fur with black markings that resemble tribal tattoos. His eyes with no pupils, lavender irises, and magenta sclera seem decidedly calm on the outside, while instead of whiskers, he has two blades near the end of his muzzle - On either side, curving upward and back. Lastly, his attire consists of a blank white prison uniform with a bold #277 printed in fading ink on the left side of the chest*
*He has his arms in a huge pair of shackles behind his back, and though his features are serene, the occasional twitch suggests otherwise*
Sinclaire: He seems like a calm fellow...Though, I wonder how this time difference was worked out... *She tilts her head slightly* Tell us about yourself, Ricky. *Seems to be doing something where the weasel can't see*
Ricky Strong?: *Begins talking* Well, ah, let me see...I...Own a three-story house far into snowy country, I'm talented in many cuisines, I travel extensively, I lived through the Black Plague, I've felt the true agony of a centipede's sting, and I've seen a man die out of pure fear 67 TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY DAMN TIME I SEE IT!! *By the end, he's broken down into demented laughter*
Sinclaire: ...That's nice. Hold still so you don't lose your hands. *Twitches wing towards him*
Ricky: Huh? What do you mean by -
*KR-CHNNGH!!*
Ricky: WHAT THE F##K!? *Snatches hands in front of himself, rubbing his wrists* YEAH, GO AHEAD!! DON'T MIND ME, I'LL GET ALONG JUST FINE WITHOUT MY HANDS!!
Sinclaire: You're free, aren't you? God, stop your b!tching. Better than how you planned to get free.
Ricky: ...Well...You're stupid!! *Throws some kind of sphere into the midst of the enemy*
*With an ungodly roar and visible air rippling, soldiers are tossed several meters in the air with blood streaming from their mouths and nostrils*
Sinclaire: *To Nadle* He was an ally of mine who got caught and imprisoned in Level Six.
Ricky: GYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAH!! *Continues throwing the deadly spheres*
Sinclaire: ...I would explain his crimes, but you can probably guess.
*She folds her wings, facing Nadle, but not quite looking at him*
Sinclaire: How else may I help?