I'm Sorry, But the King You're Looking For is....

[Albert Wesker]

For his part, Colonel was more than content to simply stand by and observe. He was tempted to leap into the fray, but without knowing on what side to jump in for, it would only lead to nasty complications regardless. There was also the matter of his mostly nonexistent combat programming since his arrival here -- his saber was a powerful weapon, but he wouldn't be able to close the distance to use it from as far out as he was without being seen and possibly shot down -- and as outnumbered as the red-suited man seemed to be, he was smart enough not to stick around and fight. With some fancy trick that Colonel could only narrow his eyes at and reluctantly marvel at the effectiveness of, he made a quick escape over the lava.

There seemed to be nothing worth intervening over, and in fact, aside from the general intensity of the situation -- only natural, considering what he could only assume was an unanticipated and possibly random attack, the attacker making a rather hasty retreat, and now another new arrival simply strolling up -- things seemed to be calming down to some extent.

In fact, had it not been for his being noticed, Colonel would have taken the chance to leave just as quickly as he'd come. But instead, he turned smartly on one heel, striding back down the ridge he'd set up post on, and back around to come in from a relatively clear angle of view. He could see all three of them easily enough without having to shift focus to any one of them too intently, and it left him clearly visible in turn. No sense looking like he was sneaking up on them NOW.

He arrived within easy earshot just in time to hear introductions from the dark-haired man with the exceptionally large blade, Zack and Miranda. Relatively easy to remember names. Committing them both to memory, Colonel made his presence known as he spoke up, "Hope I'm not intruding on anything, but what was all that about? I get the feeling it wasn't exactly a friendly scuffle."