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Damon quietly trekked along. He was sure that he got away, so why did he have such bad feeling? He began to listen for anything out of the ordinary around him, and he heard it. A set of footsteps following him. Someone followed him out of town, so he stopped an called out, "You can come out, I know you're behind that tree." He didn't actually know where they were, but considering that they were in a forest, it seemed like the first place someone would hide.

Sakarixilii laughed gently. "I'm not even trying to hide," she said, behind him but a bit to the side where he hadn't looked. "I just noticed you were nervous, which stood out to me in a crowd of people making friendly introductions. I saw that you didn't like crowds so I waited until we were out here to ask what was wrong." She sat crosslegged on the path, the very ends of her silver hair pooling behind her. "So, what's wrong?"

Damon was suprised to see her out in the open, the last place he expected anyone following him to be. It kind of embarrassed him. "Should've stopped at the magician." He muttered to himself before giving the woman his attention, "I'm not comfortable in big groups, is there anything wrong with that?" He made sure not to stick his hand in his pocket again in case she caught that too.

tenebris was on top of a building watching the chaos, of course he saw the soldier, but he would stay peaceful as long as he wasnt attacked, otherwise...Many would die and a small war may erupt.

Carefuly pulling the safety lever of his Rifle, The Ranger took a quick glimpse over his scope towards the figure, unaware, but suspicious, that he was already been spotted. A man in casual clothes stood up by himself atop a high building...
Letting itself in the open was probably some sort of ruse... Like he was already expecting someone or something.

"Sunova' fuster cluck..." - Grunting as he hastily retreated unto the alleyway, The Ranger ignored the many looks he drew upon himself from the crowd. - "... It's goin' t' be one o' these days, ay..."

Sakarixilii cocked her head. "Nothing's wrong with being nervous in crowds. But your nerves were a little... different. There was agoraphobia, certainly, but I'm used to that being all around me." She glanced into his eyes. "What's in your pocket, Damon?"

Tenebris looked directly at the sniper, staring at him as if daring him to attack. He smiled.

Damon flinched at the question. Not because she asked about his pockets, he had his suspicions that she noticed his fiddling earlier, he just wasn't sure. It was something else she said, "How do you know my name?" He wasn't wanted in this area, and wouldn't be for another few days. So how did she know?

Quickly making his way around a corner, The Ranger soon faded into the shadows under the alley. Despite the straight forward encounter, nevertheless from a long distance, the enigmatic masked man held his heavy weapon against his back, leaning against the wall behind him...

"Oy, it's one o' those freaks..."

Quietly whispering through his breather device, The Ranger held his rifle firmly, racing through the covers between the town's shadowy gaps towards his target on an alarming way.

Tenebris ran and vaulted the railing on the building. He crouched low and landed on the floor, he felt his legs crack at the impact, but they quickly healed.

(This looks fun, so I'm joining. May I?)

Somewhere in this vast world, two figures moved along the darkness of the night, travelling throughout a thick forest.

The first one, a giant creature, had a heavy build, majestic silver fur, strong snout and determined golden irises. It looked no more than a giant mutant wolf, but also it knew its origins and it honored it. This creature was no freaking wolf, but one of the long lost wargs.

Walking beside it, there was a tall, fair skinned woman that carried some sort of sharp gundaggers in her holsters. Her blonde hair looked almost white, sea blue eyes, a small smirk and cocky attitude.

Both walked to the end of this accursed forest, towards what looked like some random town, filled with lights and busy sounds, even at night.

"Well, this looks like it, Selenya. I know you hate human cities, but I promise we won't stay in it for too long!" The woman said, smiling to her warg friend, who growled in annoyance then calmed.

With that said, they've entered the place, unaware of what may happen once they are fully inside it...

Finally, the pursuer met face-to-face with his bounty...

"... Gotcha'!"

Tenebris could clearly see the being from before cornering him. An apparent man clad with a leather duster coat, trimmed with ammo belts and hidden gadgets, probably more concealed weapons and other destructive trinkets.

With a loud blast and a blinding flash, The Ranger took the boisterous shot against his, possibly, doomed prey.

The bullet passed straight through his chest, he looked down and smiled, collapsing into shadows. He reappeared in front of the man, grabbing the gun which turned to smoke, just as he himself had done before. There was a clink behind him as the bullet fell to the ground, having gone through his entire body. The bullet hole, already mending itself, shadows filling the gap.

Thirty seven thousand credits just vanished with a single touch in front of The Ranger eyes. The absurdly short moment that he had to think about what has just happened were filled with a rage of one billion hundreds burning suns.
As soon as the 12.7mm felt on the ground behind Rene, The Ranger immediatly pulled an arm-lenght machete from under his coat, slashing ferociously against his enemy as a response.

Every slash left a tear in his skin that was completely healed within seconds, tneebris stood there staring. "Ill give back your toy if you calm down."

Knowing he was just getting into trouble by this point, The Ranger wasn't going to hold back once he already began his offensive. Rene's quick regeneration, that if he was actually being harmed at all, was presumed to be a temporary effect on the first rapid moments The Ranger unleashed his assault... However...

"Think I deal wit' freaks, ay?! Yer' gonna' gimme' ma' heater..."

Dashing a couple of feets back away from Tenebris, The Ranger dug his arm inside his coat, pulling a fist sized contraption, radiating a deep blue light that could make the shadowy figure flinch painfully for some intricate reason...

"... An' yer' gonna' gimme' it NOW, PUNK!!"

With a violent charge, The Ranger clenched his fist around the device, making it burst into a wave of debilitating energy as soon as he aimed a vicious punch for Rene's face!

The shadows stretched towards the strange contraption, forming tentacle-like arms. It put out the light on it and crunched it into a metal ball on his fist, breaking several bones.
"You should know what youre getting into" he smiled plainly andstepped closer.

Eri was unsure of what to do next. She managed to escape from the ones trying to capture her, but those people were persistent, and wouldn't give up that easily. She was currently hiding in a dense forest, thinking on what to do next. Thankfully she only needed mana to survive, so she could stay hidden there for as long as there was a source of magic. Thinking this, she decided to go deepper into the forest, feeling curiosity at what she might find there.

The energy field around his arm effortlessly held Rene's inky tendrils effortlessly at bay, not even able to touch The Ranger through the surge.

"... I'm havin' a bad time wit' a punk freak... !!"

Taking the opportunity of close quarters while the device were still operative, The Ranger locked his eyes with Tenebris' as he was attempted to rise an uppercut against Rene's chin. The force into the punch were just enough to upsurge The Assailant a couple of meters above!

a dark ring opened above him, and another behind the soldier. The soldier fell through and reappeared above, tenebris grabbed his hand and whipped him downwards, the man flew against the concrete with a sickening crunch. tenebris landed on him, and kicked him repeatedly, then grabbed the defice out of his hand, crushing it into shadows, he started kicking the man brutally.