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"Arabians have a rich cultural and religious tie about the stars. Ever heard of the Gaze of the Stars?" Razor asked to her squad. There was no reply amongst them. "So... essentially they.. worship the stars I believe? Something about having a personal connection of like.. ponies, us- all creatures, having these spiritual bonds and connections to stars throughout the universe and that they are the reason of being for like... I don't know much either to be honest. Just little bits i've heard." She informed.. rather poorly. "Hey sounds right up your alley Star. Minus the whole- religion aspect I guess?" Kris commented.

Just ahead his minimap pointed forward to a large wall construct, spanning just as tall as this cavern itself. Looked like the remnants of a Dahl operation? Ahead the garage door began to sputter to life as a shadow casted out to envelope the canine combatant. The large bulky biceps, the outlines of horns upon the cranium and a fully display of pure... The lights faded revealing the.. rather disappointing and lacking height of the midget minotaur that stood before the bounty hunter. "Oh YEAH! I'm the ALL powerful!" The gruff slightly high pitched tone of the minotaur spoke. "The warren OF the TETANUS! I am the MASTER of these cavern coves!" He continued with his monologue flexing his athletic biceps. "Time to meet your MAKER!" He spoke with his back facing to Fallskir giving another flex. WARREN KING WEE WEE- Time for a Flex!- Without sudden warning a booted foot is planted into the back of head, properly punting him in the cranium. The minotaur kings lauches feet ahead of him. The dog was having none of this nonsense. "All this way for a fucking midget." He approached slowly with baton in hold. The minotaur staggered to his feet rearing his head in a loud cry before a swift smack to his head caused him to fall. This was just brutal now.

"I hope the Arabains are just as lenient on having pets? Or just unnoticing." Kris says, acknowledging Cirrus' company. Their flight takes them now across from the blue coastlines up to the rocky and sand terrian ahead with patches of grass and trees noted. Roads below spotted with activity of Arabian military vehicles along them. No radio comm so far- A voice spoke in the forgien dialect. Catching each by surprise. Star could not make out any of the speech. "Arabian Air defense this is Dagger 1 of Dagger Squad- confirming safe passage into Arabian airspace advise- we have our clearance sent over?" Razor iterated. There was a pause. A long one. "Roger that Dagger 1. This is Citra Alpha of defense regiment command company 12. Your clearance checks. Procceed east ward to Al-Sulayaminjar Airbase. Air base command, Callsign Tombstone will be there to greet you. Safe travels, Stars watch over you." The elder voice of the company commander spoke up.

"Skies should be clear on our path. We aren't planning on going through any hostile air. Just follow the coast and its a straight shot into Arabia." She says. With the squad in their formations they raise alititude slightly as they continued. A rolling view of coast and plains on its usual picture. The ocassional small patrol boat notable. And within their hour of flight to the horizon more land was coming into view. "Arabian Anti air has been notified of our approach. We shouldnt have to worry about signaling them. They have our ID sigs."Razor informed. Not really an interesting topic. "Is Cirrus okay in there?" Soar asked.

On the other side of the crate- he made sure to close the lid container and attaching the lock latch- he examined before him the crumy shanty town. Not bad for a bandit hideout. With resident housings seperated into four sections, a fourway intersecting walk way sat in the middle. Looks like a center barrel fire was set in place of the intersection. With tents, tarp overhangs, barrels and crates lined about all over the place and a cooking spit just to the right. But despite the organzied approach, twas still very sloppy and unhygenic. It was dead quiet. Fallskir moved up quickly gonna take the oppritunity to have a straight shot to hitting this bandit king.

For the most bits they remained quiet as they strode about above the lands below. With mountians and plains to their left and a winding coast and sealine to the right it was just a scenic drive- if Star could muster herself to look. Only wanting to go back- or runaway. "Okay.." Razor could be heard mutter under breath. "What was that?" Kris asked. "Uh nothing.. talking... We'll be exiting fleet radar range in the next several minutes. " She says. Star could feel Cirrus in her little pouch squirming around as she became slightly restless but she remained in place.

Kneeling down near the bruiser he noted at the lot dropped before him. Examining he noted the following: Vladof - Basic Peasant's Rifle http://pre14.deviantart.net/fe1d/th/pre/i/2013/274/6/3/wip_9___realistic_vladof_assault_rifle_by_cougarjo-d6ouvqa.jpg Above average fire rate, a decent damage and a standard magazine capacity. Not as elegant as some weapons but he was familiar with the platform. Vladof was a heavy supplier of weapons for his country back home. Perhaps they still are? Wasn't uncommon to consistently change supply contracts to diversify your weaponry. Accepting it, it dematerialized and entered into his data pack. Noting next was even better. This grenade mod looked awfully like an old stick design. Picking it up he noted at the details. Bandit Mirv MRV Something BOOM - explodes into smaller grenades for wide damage range. Nice, he placed that onto his side, connected the small ring rest onto a loop on his jacket, readying for the case he needed one. "Looks like our occupants from the crash are in a bit of hastle." 30-1 spoke up. "I was kinda getting worried you left me." Fallskir smirked as he walked about, deciding to take a short breather as he continued. "The town guards seem to be investigating them. I'll get a fix on ID. Keep them in mind." The satellite focused its advanced optics hanging in low orbit. With access to the New-U line update catalog he rummaged about through the piles of data. "I've got two of them. Send you a data pack?" He asked. "No thanks. I'm kinda busy." Fallskir replied crouching about as he flattened against steel away hunkered to the side as hoofsteps approach. "Dem boys are getting shot at- gotta make sure they ain't busting another. Get going boys!" Another nomdaic unicorn ordered to the lower lowley bandits as they trudged out from the makeshift entrance of their little camp. A narrow crate container having been held in place by the debris around. Seemed like the only way in and out of this little camp. The small patrol had past Fallskir. He made his way forward to see what was what?

His shield drained as he rushed ahead. He had enough of these blasted shenanigans. It certainly startled the next unicorn ahead of him as he lept forward overhead of his barricade cover to 180 with his Umbrage fired at blank range. Time for a barbecue. The bullets whizzed and pinged off of him with little shield life now left. The Bruiser was closing as his equine comrade fell back. Fallksir double backed over the barricade. Braced against his new found haven the short seconds passed as his shield returned and he faced his foe, now within in hand distance. With his paws raised up he took the sudden blow from the Bruisers hefty swing of his rifle butt. Didn't knock him too far though. With his Umbrage raised back his fired his entirety clip, soon equipping with his Phobia shock pistol now in paws. It was a frenzy of unloading with wild breath and adrenaline pumping. But it was hard not to miss at such close distances. Each shot striking and welping at the hunking mass of fur and muscle. "Ahhhh!! I'm dying here!!" The bruiser cried in pain but still invigorated with rage he charged ahead wielding only his claws. He brought up his fists waded and slammed into a haymaker but with such short height he was able to dodge in time considering the brief distance of the two's tallness. Baton at ready now he swiped low at his ankles causing the brute to stagger and kneel. Turning to orientate himself he was greeted with a swift strike to his noggin. Effectively ending this nuisance. Standing back upright and facing the lone adversary he glared at the equine with Phobia in paw. "Fuck this!" He squealed and galloped in flee toward the next corner. Fallskir just smirked. He'd let you you live... for now.

With another shot off the Bruiser staggered, letting out a painful holler. Time to get going. With his Umbrage equipped he rushed ahead. He was slighly downhill of their position with ramped pathwat leading upward to what was the loading point? No time to speculate with incoming fire. He slid into cover just near a stacked couple of crates as the bullets ripped into its hardened plastic sides. Taking a peek he let off his remaining rounds as one of the unicorn brigands charged ahead to close the distance, failing to get into cover. His body engulfed in scorching heat as he dived forward only to crash headfirst into a head sized rock just a couple feet ahead from Fallskir.

Briefly holding up his ECHO map of the location seemed like a small collection of buildings ahead, perhaps little mining shacks. He noted this with the appearance of tracks along the tunnel before him to the next cavern ahead of him. With his Vladof rifle materializing into his paws he crouched down approaching to the small acove exit peering into the next chamber. The ceiling spanned a bit larger with a oval shape of this accommodated chamber , perhaps 30+ feet? And just ahead of noted the grouping of bandits, weapons held, paws- hooves (or well a HOOF) or some magical ability. Four of them. One tall DD (Diamond Dog) Bruise with accompanying unicorns. A hatchet buzzaxe wielding stallion standing by as he eyed carefully at the crystalline cluster in a small corner of the molten cave. "I could rush in there. But perhaps they'll have a larger populace." He thought to himself. Raising his weapon he aimed directly for the axe wielder, who's mask glowed in the sockets with a similar color of the shock crystals. With each thunderous discharge the pony would holler loudly at it as though to command it or such. A bit of a thought. Using the noise of the crystals to mask his shot- perhaps. He waited... counting the seconds. 3, 4, 5- 12, 13- 32. And again the discharge occured. 32 Seconds. With his aim ready he wrapped his magazine into the crest between his arm and forearm holding it for further stability. He held his breathe and waited crouched awkwardly by the steel column cover some short yards away though still undetected. 29, 30, 31, Pop! And with the clapping noise of both discharge of the two the Bandit suddenly collapsed to the ground with a rather unsavory bullet hole. The others didn't even seem to notice. He slunk forward in his careful crab walk closing the distance to perhaps get another pop shot. Bruiser Boy was his next prey.

Razor looked up toward the control tower as they awaited for the signal-go. Cloud leaned quick to whisper to Star. "When you get to land, please try to text me as soon as you can." She said giving her a warm smile. With Razor giving a nod as she noted the gesture by the tower controller she addressed her squad. "Okay Squad lets get going." She signaled and the three followed along with her to the launchers. With her HUD display on they aligned onto their seats their engines winding up. Looking back over to Cloud for a last time she could read out the phrase from he lips with the muffled audio around her. "Love you." "Perimeter check good. All units in tact. Pressure rising. Launch is good." The control tower spoke up. Pressing on her throttle Star and her squad readied for the final launch. A one way trip closer to danger. Still unsure as why it was them to go? Without more thought her body was forced upward with the sudden force of the launcher. The intake of the engines and pushing her upwards keeping her in line with her squad, the squad ascended upward a good distance before banking left progressively flying overhead of their fleet. "Good luck out their guys." Commander Ironwing was heard over their comm. With the fleet cleared they made their approached South east ward following along the Malteesian Coast as the sands gleamed in the morning lights now raising on the horizon.

Down the first with a swift and simple swipe to the forehead. The second came in with more aggression, flailing his knife about as he closed the distance. What idiots. The two morons were easily dispatched with placed shots to the face. "Buncha skag brains!" The brigand grumbled loudly and raised his shotgun admist his magic. ECAT Fully charged. It gave radiant warm orange glow. Aww, he was hoping for an acidic touch. With the numb skull wasting his entire magazine into the covered canine, Fallskir took the opportunity. Raising his arm and in a swatting gesture summoning his fiery wall of complete incineration- sounds like a good book. With the bandit staggering a bit with his entire vision engulfed in flame Fallskir approached with haste along with follow up shots to keep the flames roaring. Jumping atop a concrete barrier he thrust himself forward in a leap bringing his shock baton straight upon his head. But it wasn't a killing blow yet. The unicorn staggered letting out a angry holler. "Skag lick!" He spoke, rearing his shotgun and hefting it foward horizontally. Fallskir easily ducked, reading his moves like a pamphlet- because their short... like this bandit's sensibility. And reaction times. Raising back up he brought about his baton with another blow to the head, properly knocking the equine onto his back. "Ah.. Ahh no.. Just... bury me with... my things... " He let out a soft cry. Fallksir smirked. Job well done. Onto the next one. Energy cell depleted a loaded another. He had plenty of SDU space and ammo. He'll do fine surely. He's got backups.

Cloud smiled and laid upon her looking down to her. "Hey.." She greets before leaning in for an embrace and deep kiss. ---- Awake the next day they were up and early- with help from Cloud herself wanting to give her a final send off. Its a cool morning. Dressed up in their flight suit, it kept them warmer from the sea breezes. Just waiting around for their final prep and approval. They all stand about in line with Cloud behind Star as they awaited. Everypony seemed rather quiet.

301 silently noted at the explosive activity just outside the town limits. "Activity noted." He said aloud. "What's that?" The canine asked, loading a new charge clip into his umbrage. "Looked like a Buzzard craft. I'll be watching with thermal viewing... looks like.. two I should say? But I'm seeing more- I'll update." 301 replied. Catching his breath he released a deep exhale and took off into his quickening sprint but he didn't go too far until movement was detected. Sliding to a halt he approached to the next chamber. Strung about by its wiring and dripping with fresh oil the poor CL4PTP droid lay strung about hanging by the makeshift rusted stalagmites. Bullets and obvious blade tears. Bandits near by. To the left he noted the echoing chatter with the crackling of a large fire. Crouched down and approaching quick to the closest jutting metal sheet he peeked over at the little congregation of bandit pones. Quite similar to the last group. They seem to be giving boasts on the loot they grabbed. Possibly from those caravans they raided. Popping up he took a brief aim before the fire bolt shot forward at the one sitting closest to him. Now in a blazing pyre. "Oh shit! Gun it down!" The unicorn next to him shouted at he scrambled to his hooves with gun in tow. In the instant as he retreated into a crouch behind the thick metal bullets hammered about at his solid wall as though from an unpredictable forecast- of showering death and hot lead. Pandora has some strange weather patterns bro. 3, 2, - he took off into the short distance just diagonally right sliding into cover. Its your average first person shooter all over again. Except there is a real badass here. He gave a cocky grin as he peaked out aiming at the second bandit taking a couple rounds letting his shield do the work before taking back. Kicking open its cabin door just ahead the whole group halts as the large horse, cladded in long body robes his entire face hidden away by his hooded mask. "I want. Your damn loot." He mutters as he raised his hoof. "Get him boys!" He gave an order, the leader type. In sudden unison the three remaining ponies gave out a unified cry as they rushed his position. Shit.

"I don't know. I doubt I'll be able to visit the mainland. Arabia might have some serious air control- thinking it could be a 'security risk' or some dumb excuse- I don't know I'll look into it. Just... being honest on it dear." She says. The stallion kneeled down as with silent tears in his eyes as the jet behind them on the darkened airport roared away. "I can't go without you Jeene! You should't listen to what they say! I sold all of them! All those assests! Isn't it what you want?! Just for you?" He spoke aloud over the sound of the volume. Jeene stood in shock at his brave announcement. This diligent company owner threw it all away just to see her- to give everything he had to please her. He's a foolish stallion but oh so a brave one. Her father was wrong after all. All those things were in the past. Perhaps he had changed, were they gonna live a happier life? Star continued cuddling up to her. Positioning herself better to get comfy. "Mmm. Can't wait for this to be over... The- war I mean. Maybe it'll be done before we know it. I got a good feeling." She says leaning back for a quick nuzzle.

"Maybe we'll get to know her more when we arrive at our new home?" Soar inquired, "Seeing we'll be acting more closely." She added. "Maybe she'll turn out to be a party animal?" Kris spoke up as the two remained in their entangled struggle of virtual combat. ---- With a few laughs, jokes and bits of awkward cuddling of the certain two mares the night was quickly growing upon them. With her two comrades thoroughly tuckered out they retreated back to their quarters with Cirrus opting to follow with Soar so Star can have more quality time with Cloud. The two were laying about watching a small classic movie Cloud popped in as the two laid about watching it on the small slim television. Star held to Clouds hoof with movie half way in. Cloud leaned back against her nuzzling her. "Did you have fun?" She asked softly.

Charge ready. With his ECAT humming a soft blue hue he pulsed into the air just as the Spiderant hurched forward slamming into the junk cavern wall. Taking quick pop shots at her upper abdomen. A couple critical hits helped- back on ground he pushed himself ahead only hearing the clambering of the spiky tendril legs approaching. With a quick hop with a 180 spin he planted his pawed feet firmly firing off his Umbrage. Only to be faced with the large spiderant and swift smack to the right. He gasped for air curling up instinctively as he was airborne slamming hard into the junk walls. Quickly but in daze he scampered to his feet just in time to notice the oncoming spray of acid. Barely managing an escape he urched in a strafe firing with controlled shots. Shield recharged. But his body also took a hit but he refused to let pain hold him- It kinda helped with the burn. The spiderant charged again and with emerging danger he pushed himself into a roll just as it came crashing again into the junk walls properly burying itself into the semi-molten metal. Quickly scrambling he charged forward leaping upward onto its abdomen. With its rounds dispensed he wielded his shock baton and began swiping away at her weak spot as the she shook and flailed in immense fury. With a final buck he was thrown off and face first into the dirt but shaking it quickly. Oh she was mad- her corroded green body flushed and pulsed heavily now. With unending rage, but on the side of caution, began barraging the ground with its acid spray. The shriveling of the acid erosion echoing about in the foreboding caverns . Easy dodges. But she continued on, spraying and littering the green with the deadly concoction. Had to get in close... or from here he supposed. Carefully managing his safe distance. Finding himself leftwards of the little entrance pocket he equipped his Vladof rifle, materializing into his paws and taking quick aim just to be greeted by another oncoming spray of green gooey go... ew. Taking a quick side step he fired a couple unaimed rounds. Just on the righthand side, the little ramsacked concrete hut was noted (shoulda saw it earlier). But he dismissed it, keeping a comfy pace away from the weakened foe. She raised her abdomen once more and took note of her spraying habit. Raising for aim he took sight and firing off his successful hits. With a loud and satisfying pop!- the abdomen exploded into its nasty gibs. Critical Hit! And down went Moby Dick- If Moby Dick was a giant spider ant corrosive monster that sprayed citric acids from its buttholes. Fallskir let out an immense sigh. That was a bit rough, or maybe he was slacking a little. "301?" He asked. "Yes?" Came the immediate reply. "Sorry had a bit of a confrontation." He said. "I noted that. Took a bit of a hit. Health levels at 73 percent." The machine noted. With that in mind, from his side utility pocket he retrieved his single travel healing kit, jamming the syrinette into his side. The rush of the artificial painkillers and cell product-inducing health vial filled his body quick with a burning rush. And then subsided. "Back to 100 percent." He corrected.

Hiya!~ I'm back here to finally make the last commission for my little squad of fighter ponies (aww look at them perfect commissions :3) . So here'll be the final squad member of this little group. Samir Al-Assan grew up in the Sjin province in the captial- Sjin Jazeera. Growing up as a trouble maker he never kept a good reputation in his little pocket neighborhood. Forced into conscription at his adult age (by both his family and the local goverment) he joined with the Sjin Civil Watch becoming a part of the DMZ guard section and sent to guard said DMZ. Having a rather boring experience with this Civil Guard he applied a transfer into the Arabian Flight Corp and now finds himself apart of the 115th Tactical Air Wing.

"Ehh well excuse us on... shtuff." Kris failed on making a vaild excuse, mainly for comedic effect. On screen, the two fighter ponies near missed with their missiles streaming around at high speeds. Both seemed to be holding evenly well with Kris making high sharp turns in good timing to avoid the incoming missiles. While missing her cannon shots Cloud wasn't letting Kris out of her crosshair. Boiling down into a constant lopping battle with none having a good chance of a lock on or cannon strike. Now it was a battle of control and patience. Almost like two aces matched heavily in skill and performance. Cirrus lets out soft murmurs and chirps as her belly was rubbed and tickled enjoying the high amounts of praise.

"Its a pink long legged bird." Soar said, not wanting to say anything snarky. "Oh ho ho! You not really TV kinda mare ehy?" Kris asks. "We'll have to change that!" Cloud says tilting back with her head facing upside down to her with her wings keeping her balanced from falling onto the bed. "When you get to Arabia, got nothing to do, totally start on the first season Jaded Dragon. Give it a try!" She says giving her a playful wink. Their night goes on. Soar and Star lay about as each others pillows giving more small talk. Catching up on things such as the family- which she really should get a hold of later- small politics (and favorite Princesses) until noting at the window when Cirrus flies back in. With an ecstatic glee Cirrus curls up next Soar as she showers the little bird with plenty of praise. Kris and Cloud are still engaged in their games. Now moving onto an arcade flight sim- with fast paced air pony combat. Blazing Skies she recalls as the title screen appears. "How's a little 1 v 1 sound?" She asks him "I hope your flying is as good in game as it is in real." Kris remarks and the two set out on their multiplayer duel.

"Cool cool! I want.. A home with an open yard in it. Have myself a little kiddie pool with a pink flamingo- I'm gonna name him Charlie and annoy the neighbors with fake alcoholism." Kris says. "Ohhh I know that reference... Ohh what show was that?" Cloud says squinting her eyes thinking hard. "Its the green dragon... he... steals identities? A big ole economy thriller?" Kris says giving off a very vague hint. Star has no idea what their talking about. "Oh oh! Jaded Dragon and the False Empire." Cloud says, apparently she's into thriller movies too? "Eeyup! ... Can't believe that scene actually played out in the end." Kris says. "I think a flamingo could make a good pet." Soar inputs, leaving the two to sputter in giggles slightly.

WIth loud swears and cheerful comments the two seemed lock into their virtual battle. Whilst the other two cuddle up and giving small talk as the two ensued. It was a close match but in the end it seemed Cloud had the best play. Able to throw down her combos easily. Kris insisting that it was because of the simple button layouts on her character. She just scouffed. "Git good scrub." Came the gaming cheeky remark. The two laughed and called it fair, even though Kris may have slight resent. With Kris now in his seat near the desk and Cloud back next to Star the little gaggle lounge about. Not really sure on what to say? Just.. hanging around?

One short jog up a hill and a ravenous group of midgets later. Fallskir peered into the gaping entrance of the Tetanus Warren. No pony at he door? No welcome group? He stepped forward into the foul coated atmosphere with the stench of rot and burning metal noted in the air. Amazing how ponies can live in these conditions? Or if he was unlucky this King Peewee woulda suffocated on this crap. In a brisk walk he turned about the next filthy corridor and under a caved in transport container. He stopped as it lead into a slight opening. Too open and no bits of cover around. Taking careful steps he approached noting to the next entrance ahead. And in sudden expectation a multitude of spiderlings burst from their hiding holes- nearly scaring Fallskir off his paws. Retaliating he swung with his baton as the closest Spiderling flung itself with tendrils out in swing, the motion bringing it down in a splattering paste. The others noting retreated slightly as Fallskir picked each off with careful shots. "Yah! Runaway." He noted to himself. The earth (or the Pandora) rumbled slightly and noting the ground in the center of the room forming up until a mass hulking Spiderant appeared blazed in a corrosive glaze with the acid literally blazing off its tendrils. BADASS CORROSIVE SPIDERANT: MOTHER TETANUS! (A Boss Fight!? Already!?) With his first energy capsule ejecting from his Umbrage he loaded a new one in. "Bring it on hot momma." He muttered and gave a sinister grin.

Soft let out a giggle a bit. "Oh I see! Already planning another girl huh?" Cloud gave out a sarcastic huff. Soft tensed trying to play it down. "N-no no! Not like that! N-" Soft was a blushing embrassed mess. "I'm just joking you two its okay!" Cloud replied trying to ease everypony. The three erupted into a fit of laughter. "Hey now! Its game time and only want the sounds of hoof clammering in 16-bit glory!" Kris iterated giving off a snarky vibe. With a grin Cloud focused her attention to the game before them. Soft and Star laid about on the bunk as they watched the ensuing brawl commence with both showing high amounts of concentration. She never could wrap her head on how they could but such energy to their controllers.

"Heads up. Enemy's spotted." 301 commented. Halting in his sprint, he stopped just below the inclined hill noting at the jutted fragement of some begone metal structure. The warm heat radiating from it, perhaps from being stuck baked in this dreadful sun. And of course by welding scavengers. Low in a crouch he approached up the hill and along the pony wide slap of metal. Taking hold of it rail shaped sides he balanced himself as he climbed the angled ramp. He was now above the targets. Looking down to see the squabbling scum. Two ponies just near their hut. Just some small chit chat. They have a third companion it seemed, he sprawled about onto the ground with his buzz-saw axe lay next to him as his white coat was ruined by the dusty surface with bits of small metal jutted from his flesh. Pain was the least of his concern. "Any more?" He asked to his eye in the sky. "More are spotted inside the huts just across into the acove a little bits ahead." Came back the report. No more then. Taking his initiative he leap forward and aiming straight onto the closest stallion. And he hit just like a rock- if that rock weighed 190 lbs with shield charge abilities and a former bounty employment from a giant weapons manufacturer. Both hind paws straight onto his head burying him into the metallic-soil mix. The other was knocked off his hooves in a panic clamor before reaching over for his excuse-of-a-weapon. With his baton drawn, igniting with electric pop, he swipes with his weapon disarming him before following up with another strike right into his jaw. "FIVE POUND OF FLESH! MORE MORE!!" Their maddening companion took notice from his dirt nap. The belligerent unicorn swore and muttered loudly as he approached in full gallop with axe in tow. Simply reaching to his hip with his Umbrage he took quick aim and placed an aimed shot onto the incoming bandit. His figure erupted into massive flame and now sprawling on the ground in a screaming mass. Shoulda had a shield on. "Well that went well." He said. With rustling coming from the hut across from the brief struggle a rumbling voice spoke up with a hissing undertone. "What iss noise?.." Came a snearing tone. Stepping out in a hulking mass a large barely furred canine stepped out from his fabric and metal meshed hut. With his large assault rifle in tow- and barely clothed- the two canines stare at another. It was an obvious cavern type dog. Big, Hulking and mean as ... mean. "Time to dieeee little one." He gave a sinister mutter. "What's that? You gotta speak up." Fall replied with a snarky grin. With his ECAT at charge it blazed an orange glow. And with a swat of his arm the device let off an immense contrast and a fury of fire spewed before him a wall of orange heat. Shielding his face with his arm the hulking dog howled in sudden fear as he was encased in fire trying to pat himself down. Just as he looked up to be greeted by a mid air Fallskir with his baton raised. In a horizontal strike he swiped straight for the Bruisers head. CRITICAL! In a loud and burning thud the bruiser fell his assault rifle landing a yard away. Compossing himself, he let out a soft sigh. That felt good. Perhaps expecting a bit more but hey, it happened. It was a refreshing feel of euphoria. Not time to reminisce he had a contract to fulfill.