An hour passed after the elects had gathered on the top floor of their tower. The already cramped meeting room was still waiting to get even more cramped. Justice Host hadn't arrived yet, and the time for the meeting was slowly running out. The toss of Garcia's coin could be heard in the room along with the mumbling and muttering of the other elects of Inktaus.
However, with the judge not being present, all they could do was wait–something none of them except Garcia were good at.
"Oh, for the love of!" Slamming his colossal fist–twice the size of a human man–Ironheart shattered his desk under his beastly fist. Grunting under the armor that covered his massive body inside dark red metal, he huffed and puffed as the sound of his minotaurian nose ring could be heard, hitting the interior of his helmet like clockwork. "Where is he?! I have more important things to do than sit here twiddling thumbs!"
