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Arc still had hatred in his eyes as he stared in to the glowing eyes of The Judge, the flicking only seemed to cases him to detested her more if you can call her as such. He felt anger. An anger that he never wished to show, but it reflected in his whole posture. The wind kicked up sand agents the back of him, he didn't seem to acknowledge to sting sensation it cause agents bare skin. -...I didn't mean...everyone I get close too...dies...- Arc agents his will start to shake at the figure's words. It was true the death of Songbird, the boy, it seem like everyone he came into contact with experienced some sort of pain and mostly death.

The clicking noise puzzled him as he tried to figure what it maybe, but his train of thought was amerced with the pain of reality.

" I am guilty, of the crimes stated! So let Judgment befall me!" Arc growled but his voice was pleading as he looked back at the village. Which was a mistake to take his eyes off his prosecutor in fount of him "And spare them!' his pleading became despite as he curling his fists he realized his mistake but it was too late for him to correct it now.

Arc looked up as the glow above the village started to appear, his Crimson eyes widened in desperation as he heard the children scream. So there was a Zoid on the cliff, he had to act even if it meant forcefully stopping the threat even if he was without his partner, Whisper. Not to mention it annoyed him that she would referred to him as a boy, he was twenty-four, far from boy-hood or so he thought

With out saying a word his eyes flicked back at towards The Judge, as he quickly whipped around as he drew his dagger and made a attempt to slash at woman.
-...Demon!...-

It was a foolish and desperate attack on Arc's movement, he was freely off balance because of his unprepared sweep, impulse had gotten the best of him and he would pay for it. Surprised at her quick movement and a quick reaction he caught a glimps of her 'face'. It was white almost completely with the exception of her glowing eyes. Was she even there. He would find that answer quickly as he felt her sharp claws dig into his skin as he was grabbed. Grunting there was nothing he could think of, his mind was numb. He couldn't think properly everything was as if he was watching a slow moving movie.

-... How?!...-

Hitting the ground pinning his own right arm. Arc was almost immanently blinded by the sand that was kicked up.He felt his face being pressed deeper into the barren surroundings. A shock of pain shot up his chest as ever muscle in his body seem to tightened as he felt the coolness of his attackers claw dig into his heated face. The Screams echoed in his ears as the ball of energy was about to caste judgment on the innocent ones; defenseless in there town. There was another Zoid close Arc could 'feel' it. It felt desperate and confused almost just as he was.

Pain Picked at his face as he closed his eyes, what was this Demon doing to him, it was excruciating! But he wouldn't dare cry out, to show himself at the mercy of her as she dug deeper into his flesh. Closing his eyes didn't help with the pain, nor dissipate the reality of what was happing he couldn't do any thing as the Judge taunted him with every word in mockery. It seemed to last forever, he struggled at first but the pain only grew as he did so. It was crippling he felt his hand start to go numb as her griped seemed to only tighten as he struggled. Would it ever end! A Slight yell escaped his bitten lips and gritted teeth.

Arc could feel warm blood start to run down his face as he sat up quickly as he was released. Out of pure instant like beaten animal release from his cage he undid the clip of his vest on the back to revile a grip to a .45 magnum revolver, unhesitant he drew it and pointed it out in the direction of the voice he could barely see as it was. His finger unknowing froze on the trigger; he wouldn't pull it, why? He had all the reason to do so.

His face was illuminated by the Blast that was set lose on the village, reviling a bloody cross that run from he eye to chin like that of a Permanent tear. Streams of blood parted from the 'cross' as if the cross its self was crying, running in to his sliver-white small beard like goatee.

Not turning to the Zoid that was behind him he kept as best as he could eyes on the Judge she seemed to be leaving or so she said. There was nothing he could do for the village now. Breathing heavily his whole body ached from the ordeal. What just happened? Why, did it? His finger shacked on the trigger he couldn?t do it. It was a mystery to him why he couldn't do so still

Arc eyes soon focused, he noticed the figure only known as the Judge had disappeared and only her dark chuckle remained. Dropping his straighten out arm onto his lap. He missed his chance to reason with his finger to pull the trigger and shot at that wicked Demon. Rocks began to drop but he didn?t seem to care. His face Burned and felt sticky, Getting nudged in the back he look up and back and at first angrily to notice a Gunsniper had its cockpit open to him he had totally forgot about him. No way was this a Pilot less Zoid it had a partner. Arc could tell that Gunsniper wanted him to get in that much was for sure and obvious. It was pleading for him to do so or so that's what Arc felt.

Standing to his feet with out a sound, he slip his knife back to his sheaf and returned his gun to it?s holster. He had no time to collect him self this Zoid need him, Arc didn?t know why but something was wrong.

"Alright then." Arc faced the Zoid and rested his hand on its 'nose' His voice was strangely clam considering to what just happened.

Arc had always had a strange ability to understand Zoids, Possible for such low human contact as he grew up he felt so much more accepted by the Zoids rather then humans. He dusted him self quickly off be for hoping into the cockpit of the Zoid. His movements were almost robotic as he did so, Arc could change tracks quickly but the thoughts still haunted him as did the pain that stretched across his face.

Arc was lunged into the cockpit seat as the Gunsniper boosted off and a shock of pain shot up his side from his old wound from three years past. His white bandages were red in areas that weren?t there before his struggle with Judge.

It took only a moment to get his eyes focused to the lighting form the controls. Scan the pit he spotted the blood it was older from him. -Was? Is? Someone injured? Maybe his pilot.- Arc's crimson eyes move from the blood as his eyes caught the sight of the tag.

"Team Impulse...huh" Arc whispered as he settled himself properly in the set and rested tattered arm across his stomach where his bandages resided. Arc flopped his head agents the back of the seat, as he did a drop of blood landed on his rested hand. It had stopped hurting the cut that would become his 'mark' a scar. He drew his non-grabbed hand to his face hesitant at first. He hadn't the slightest idea how gruesome it looked. He instead of feeling it out he pulled his hand back. Reaching that same hand in to his pouch on his right he felt around for a cloth, finding it he pulled it out and bung it to his face. Starting from his chin he whipped the side and upward to clear his face of blood. It stung as he did so, but he didn't stop until the wetness was off of his face, he could feel bits of sand scratched agents his already scared face. Satisfied, he replaced the cloth in the bag. The cut was deep, and long it felt as if it was a cross of some sort. Not caring to retest this idea he let out a sigh as he tired to place what just happened, he stared to close his eyes but it hurt to do so, as he felt a pulling on the right side of his face it happen as he spoke too. So he remind quite. Before breathing a few last words.
"Thank you..." his life was left to this unknown Zoid that needed his help. Closing his eyes his body was maxed, beaten and tired

Arc open his left eye, and keep his right closed; it seemed to help in not aggravating the cut on his face, as he heard the recording. -You don't like it that I'm in here. Do you?- for some strange reason that's the feeling that Arc keep getting ever since he first sat down. He didn't blame the Zoid; it was understandable. Whisper would have flipped to have anyone, but Cross or him in his cockpit. He was grateful to this GunSniper for doing as such even if it was for his own gain or that of maybe someone else's.

"Forgive me..." Arc looked down at his hand and arm that rested on his wound there was still a red outline from the hand that had pinned him down while she dugged unto his face to carve out his 'mark' or so she called it, he apologized though he didn?t totally understand what was happening.

"Your partner...'Nicki'... is it? Has something happened to him or her?" he added after a bit, his voice was soothing even though he him self wasn?t in such a state. Arc asked softy, making a wild guess. Something was wrong but he didn't have the total understanding of what.