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Saga let out a roar in response to Riot's own roar. The tone was sarcastic? Or just snarky? It was hard to tell between the four of them. They each had their own emotions.

There was still a nagging in her mind about what had just happened. What could have honestly cause her zoid to calm with out her there. That Zoid was going to continue being a mystery for her still for a while yet. Marcia covered her eyes as the sand washed over then cast a glance back in Blade's direction "Yeah a little, but." a slight smirk played on her features. "I saw something interesting."

"A few interesting things in my case..." murmured Blade as he looked over one of the cuts he had received earlier on, "Do you know that bone zoid? You seemed to know what was going on when it was ready to go on a rampage back there."

Riot let out a sigh, his head dropped and he shook it. Well at least Saga listen...for the most part.


Hearing the grunts and screams, the Bandit looked up to see the other bird like Zoid...peeking in camps?

"Ay-Ay!" Riot jogged over to the Zoid. Regardless of the mass size of the beast as it was distracted with looking around, Riot moved to cut him off and be in front of him the moment it pulled it's 'head' from the tent.

"Hey, birdie-Do you mind?!" Riot Spoke out to the mass Zoid as if it could understand him-or care to...man the was crazy enough to try. Ebony always seemed to understand him

Riot didn't flinch to the bird's roar, It rather caused him to turn his head and sweep his pink hair more back. "ah! Damnit." Riot growled, shaking his head a little he looked sharply back to the bird..

"Your boy's over there! Now stop harassing my men! We'er working here." Riot called Point behind him to the tent where the injured where being sent to. Best get to the point

There came a loud commotion from the back of the camp. Three rogues pushed their way through the crowds toward Riot. Their death gaze pointed to him. That was the b*****d that stole their black liger and took it for a spin the other day. It returned to camp with scars on its neck as if held by some larger ZOID. He still had not been able to re-claim it....

"OI! PINK WUSS!" The one in the middle called. He was bald with a few piercings on his brow lip and nose. He was about 6' even with a muscular build. He had a tribal tat on his head. It wrapped around his neck and dissipated under the white tank top he wore. His faded denum jeans clicked as he walked. All the chains he wore alerted everyone to every movement he made.

The two at his side looked to be twins. Smaller than their loud mouth boss and with a full head of black hair. They wore no shirts, only to show off their tats of serpents and tribal markings.

"NO ONE TOUCHES MY ZOID!" The bald one roared again.

As Marcia got partway into the untouched desert she placed her hand on her hip where a hidden dagger was supposed to be. It was a dagger from her family before she left. Unfortunately it wasn't where it was supposed to be.. Damnit. She thought turning around and running back toward the camp. Where was it? Not to mention she couldn't believe she had completely forgotten about it earlier during the zombie attack. She would mentally hit herself for that latter.

Still Marcia ran back though the tents glancing at the ground around the bodies for any sign of it. Some other Rogue probably picked it up already, it was going to be a pin to track down again.

"OI! PINK WUSS!"

Marcia paused and looked up from her search. What the hell? A large gathering and the start of a brawl seemed to be imminent. Marcia approached cautiously, what the? A brawl over a damaged Zoid? Little did Marcia know it wa the black liger they were speaking of, the one that had assaulted her and Catastrophe the other day. She'd have a word or two to day about that... If she found out that is. She'd just watch from the sideline, for now that is.

Riot moved past the few that stopped working, they shifted so he could pass. The man with the hammer looked up to Riot and nodded to the leader.

The larger man puffed up to the other bald man. " We have no boss here-dumb-"

"It's alright, Dhin'zel" Riot spoke resting a hand on the dark skins man's shoulder as he reached him.

"There is no need for name calling, as perfectly descriptive as it is." The pink haired man spoke with a easy grin to Dhinzel. Who only stepped back slightly, though the tightness of his clinched fist didn't lighten.

"Though I must say, I think you have the wrong idea here friend." Riot hand shifted to his arm to lean on the other, his head tilted as he watched agressive male with a laidback grin.