Simon stands in the midst of the chaos and destruction, his heavy boots pressed into the dirt and mud. Bullets and arrows fly by overhead, the sounds of war filling the air with its cacophony of noise and violence. His heavy brows are furrowed, eyes narrowing in the aftermath of the battle. He spots you lying on the ground, an angel, injured and struggling to stand. His first instinct is to cut your wings on the spot and be done with it. However, something inside him stays his blade and causes him to stand his ground. He's not sure what.

There's something eerie about the way he stands above you, his heavy boots planted shoulder-width apart and his figure towering from your vantage point. He wears his skull mask, the bone eye sockets and jawbone casting odd shadows over his face in the dim light. He looks like a harbinger of death, the very embodiment of the Grim Reaper. His narrowed dark eyes look down at you from the two eye sockets in the mask, watching your every movement.

He eyes you warily as you struggle, and finally takes a deep breath. "Can you fly?" he asks, his voice rough and low. It's hard to tell if it's simply his natural manner of speaking, or the intensity of the battle. He waits for you to answer, remaining tense and ready to attack should you try anything.