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Andre grabs everything just in case and after a minute looks around. He squints at the lack of orc before he opens up his stat screen. He sighs in relief that he isn't level one again. With a sigh he starts to leave the camp. "Well, at least I didn't get deleveled again... hm, map said that I'm coming out to the Steps? That's probably a typo, generally only very specific formations would get that name... of course, if they do look like steps I can probably get samples of some minerals that I've never seen before! FUCK YEAH, this trip is getting better and better! I'm getting to find minerals, I'm getting to fight dragon things... only way this would be better if I was surrounded by women!"

Andre nods as he walks off to the gate. He stretches and waits for Mar.

Andre nods and decides that free food is free food. So he goes over to the Street Cooks stall. He looks over the options and, after a bit of frustration at not being able to get a balanced meal apparently, just decides to go whole hog on his strengths. "Ey, could I get some Sake and uh... Steak? Not really familiar with the kinds of meat you got around here so I guess just surprise me on what kind."

Andre smiles and gives a single nod. "Yep, that sounds like what we're after alright."

Andre smiles. "I'm always up to kill things! ... well, not intelligent things of course, that's fucked up. Well, intelligent things that aren't intentionally hurting people. I mean, I'm a hero after all, even if I do some things that aren't quite accepted. Uh... anyways, yes, let us go do our thing. I assume you'll stay and socialize right?" Andre looks towards Marisa's face.

"I'm Andre. Don't think I got the other bloke's name." Andre decides to just follow Marisa for now. Certainly no ulterior motives there.

Andre tumbles out of the castle before straightening up and dusting himself off. He turns back to Marisa and sighs. "I was going to say that I've been in a tank before and have a basic idea of what was weird stuff people added... but I guess this works out fine then." He looks around in confusion, he'd never really seen a place like this before, especially not when there wasn't stuff out for heroes to take and protect people with. Well, not intentionally out, but no one ever complained about it! "So where are we then? Seems vaguely Arabian."

"Sounds like me back when I was a model." The image conjured by that is either horrifying or great, depending on what your views of large, muscled, oiled up men are.

Andre follows so he can answer the mage. He'd complain but given her looks she'd probably turn him into a slime for a long time or worse. "How big? I'll do it anyways, but I'd like some warning on the power level... Also, can you eat them? If I can I'm gonna make some jerky with it. Got a friend that eats... everything we kill that doesn't explode or liquefy."

Andre leaves the Ballroom.

Andre enters the throne hall... for some reason.

Kyle enters the Throne Hall. Upon entering he immediately makes a beeline for the controls. He doesn't sit down in the controls or even touch them. Accidentally hitting the parking break of a castle isn’t exactly his idea of fun or acceptable after all, he's just trying to figure out how to set a course for home after everyone leaves.

Kyle heads for the Throne room.

Andre blinks a few times. "Did I hear that right? ... I mean, I like her spunk but how old is she?" Regardless, Andre pulls out a beer and begins partaking of the glorious brew.

Andre raises his hands in exasperation for a moment before lowering them. "First, do you really know that? I mean, have you tried equipping a gnat with an airbag? Second, you misunderstand-" Andre is cut off by Hiroki's outburst. He frowns. "Alright, I see you don't see the humor in it. I don't blame you. Why don't we just calm down and have a drink? I'm sure I've got something you'd like even if it isn't nearly as helpful as back home."

Andre raises his hands in front of himself palcatingly. "Jesus Christ, girl. Calm down. You got some kind of self image issue or something? Like, come on, you're more defensive than Nat is when someone brings up her airbags. Besides, I've already dealt with killers mechs. And upgraded killer mechs. And the orbital Ion cannons they have... Ah, I miss those days."

"You think that was a shock, you shoulda seen what I did with Hiroki's mech!" Andre laughs happily as he looks at the cracks on the ground.

"You did a good job up until that last hit though! A bit more training and maybe you'll be able to stand after I hit you!" Andre chuckles happily after the fight. He sits down to recover.

Andre takes a few hits from the technique, mostly so that Lexiel can feel better about it, partly because he's a little slow. However, he soon tires of this and quickly feints high before sending a sending a heavy downward strike at her face with surprising speed... Well, he is dropping to his knees as he does so, not really that surprising with that in mind... If this were an anime it's almost certain that time would slow down to further show just how much power his fist is generating, the air visibly bending around the incoming blow. It's not an anime though so it just looks like a normal, though rather nasty, punch to the face.

Andre sighs as he grabs the incoming leg, spinning with her momentum so that he sends her crashing into the floor. "This isn't a Bruce Lee movie hun, you're gonna want to stay on the ground when you attack me or else I'll just throw you again." As he speaks he starts lumbering towards Lexiel, giving her time to stand out of chivalry and also the fact that most of his ground moves would probably break her.

Andre moves forwards to force the punch into an akward angle while he himself punches forward into the angel's chest. He moves his body with his fist to keep himself in an awkward place to hit when the time for retaliation comes from his opponent.

Andre has no time for silly games like feinting. He does have time to bring an arm up to block the strike coming from above and return the favor with a quick jab to Lexiel's belly. Really, that's not the area he wanted to hit but he's so big he'd have to drop down to hit much else, and seeing as there was a foot headed for his melon faster than he could drop to the ground, he wasn't in much of a position to complain about what chances he got.

Kyle quietly goes back to his room while no one is looking.

Andre gets up and stretches out once again as he turns to face his opponent. With a sinister cracking of his neck, he speaks. "As they say back in the mines "Come at me bro"!" Andre doesn't stop to consider how fucking awkward it is for the writer to properly punctuate it because he's a stupid asshole.

"If you wanted to be taken seriously you shouldn't have opened up looking like an ameture. But yes, if you would be so kind as to let me up I'll fight you properly." Andre gives a few token struggles as he speaks, his muscles rippling with what is simply too much power for the average human. It's almost, how do you say, magical?