(I'm ready for blast off.) Bobo held his gun, and then his staff, and he thought why not give this whole magic thing a shot. He figured out how to use his son's gaming console, how hard could magic be? The bear-man put away the gun equipping his staff, and was ready to fight some gigantic...
Bobo scratched his head, "So you're telling me, that there's a race of evil spider mechas, and ontop of that they're in the trillions." Bobo sat down, and sighed, "I'm already getting weary of all of these rifts!" Bobo holstered his gun and took these few moments to relax, "I wish this happened...
Bobo looks at his gun, then at the mechas, and then back at the gun. "I hope this will go through that armor of theirs." He lies down a ways off, and fires a shot from his plasma rifle.
Bobo decided to get there by his favorite means, running. Bobo was the fastest bear on the track team back in highschool! He had been pacing himself so he would not be out of stamina once he had reached the fight.(another 4 for initiative how unlucky!)
Bobo readies his plasma rifle, "Ah, why don't we head over, and give our assistance." With a click, he had turned off the safety on his rifle, and was ready to rock. "I hoped we could get a spot of tea, before we'd had to head out again." Then a long hefty sigh escaped from his mouth.
"Ah, well it isn't the fact that I'm some form of hero." Bobo scratched his head, "Rather it has to do with how I was raised."The bearman sighed, "My father Bobo Senior, drilled three important life lessons in me, One is hard work will always pay off, two is that there is nothing a bear can't...
Bobo reached into his pockets, and began handing out business cards. "It is quite nice to meet you all, do you guys happen to know what's been happening around here, and where everyone has gone?"