DC stood next to Gambler and watched as the demon known as Ghast tore the man apart. It came back jaw dripping with blood and tissue a slight smirk arose on Darkchilds face. He had changed over the years his appearnce more than anything. His metallic form was always apparent, it rarely if ever was ever "turned off", he excused himself for a moment and went to his room in the mansion. When he emerged from the room and came back to the group he was dressed in black with a long black cloak floating behind him as he walked. He had given himself a hair cut, after being in that iceland tundra for months he looked like a caveman and now his handsome look was back. A flot top hair cut and a new wardrobe and he was ready to be the old DC again.
Sitting down rather than standing beside the others he asked again. "Gambler why the fish boy, and when do we set forth our attack."