-- of their beloved leader, one of which is a ninja warrior who's skill with a blade is peerless.
Of course, assuming the attempt to kill him is successful, he would effectively create a martyr for Cobra to rally behind.
But go ahead, flip that coin.
Adorable. The healer thinks he has what it takes to bring the Commander down.
He's welcome to try, of course, it's only fair to mention the small legion of B.A.Ts that would come if he made his attempt, the neverending waves of assassins that would seek to avenge the death--
Instigated fifteen riots in three countries, begun toppling a burgeoning a "democratic" regime...
All before noon.
Cobra is off to a swift start this morning...
"Magic?" The Commander inquires, leaning forward slightly. "You mean to imply that spells, magical energies and the like are reality in this world?
I suppose you could say I'm not very familiar at all.
My knowledge lies more with military tactics and political navigational.--
Certainly can help. Tell me," he conjures an emerald orb from the strange lantern like object nearby. "Are you proficient in the laws of magic in this world?"
"How terribly creative." The Commander responded dryly, not sounding particularly surprised.
"Indeed I'm not, though I make it a point to learn more about where I am when I can...and from the way you carry yourself, you're most knowledgeable indeed.
But it is polite to--
This caused a very slight eyebrow raise from the old man.
"Then you aren't from around here." He mused, reaching for a scroll. "The Special Forces are a global military unit from Earth. As for a revolutionary, well... thst is refreshing."
"Special forces?" The Commander questioned. "A rather general statement if you don't mind my saying.
As for if I'm a renegade, the answer would be no. If anything, I rather fancy myself a revolutionary."