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Riot's display went unnoticed. Hugo moved though the camp, his chin tucked to his chest, his posture tight. Fubar turned his head and offered a welcoming mechanical chirp as his 'master' approached. The boy offered a tight smile in return. "Hey boy..."

The gryphon tipped his head.

"They're not so bad... I got something to eat and a new knife." He turned and patted the handle of the new weapon. Fubar didn't seem impressed. That or he wasn't exactly weapon-savy.

"Heh...anyway. I need to get some sleep. We may be traveling with them."

Fubar's 'ears' rolled back.

"I know...but I don't know the first thing about fighting- and you've had your hands full trying to hunt for me. It'll be good for the both of us. I just...need to sleep on a few things."

Marcia watched the boy as he headed back to see his Zoid. Quin was right he seemed quite wild much like the zoid. It was a remarkable zoid after all. Marcia didn't look away from the gryphon as she was trying to determine it's weapons besides it's obvious beak, claws and she assumed razor feathers.

"Of course I'm interested, who wouldn't be." she said, Marcia paused before turning to face the one who spoke to her. "And who might you be?" Marcia heard a new commotion coming from the center of camp. My the rogues where quite over the top.

"I'm Lyn." She said with a smile couldn't be too careful here a camp full of Rogues "Nice to meet you Blade." She glanced back at he zoid "Why don't you just ask the pilot." she smirked "though he looks like he might bite your hand off too." she chuckled lightly.

Marcia gave a nod "True." Marcia started "Well I'm going to leave camp here, since I got a good look at the zoid there." Marcia started stood and turned to leave through the camp. She wasn't very interested in the events going on. The Unusual zoid was the real thing that had caused her to arrive here.

"I see, perhaps I'll see you around then sometime." she smiled slightly. Marcia made her way through the crowd as she neared the center of the camp Marcia noticed someone playing with fire. She paused and watched for a few minutes, Chuckling Marcia turned and started back toward the edge of camp she had come from the man looked good but, certainly wasn't her type. His skill with batons wasn't too shabby either.

Riot just spun around with the blazed rod and moved it quickly to his mouth. WIth a heavy breath he tried to blow the flame upward, just as he did the violent wind sweept across the camp casing the flame to tackle face.

Riot quickly shook of the shock of fire and face meeting, he looked to his rod and the fire was out. His clear blue eye raised from the unlit baton and to the strange darkness. His arms slowly relaxed to his side as if in a trance. He knew this....

And there was nothing to do about it....

The sand whipped agents the rouge's bare scared skin, it stun but he didn't flinch to it almost as if still caught in a daze.

((Rofl.. ackbar...))

Nodding to Marcia, Blade went on deeper into the camp to kill some more time. However, it wasn't long before a black fog had crept into the vicinity. That aside, the winds were picking up at an alarming rate. It was almost as if a storm had hit the site of the party, but it wasn't quite that.

In the distance, he was able to hear the shrieks of a few people, but aside from that, there was silence.

Narrowing his eyes, he tried to see what was going on. But the winds were kicking up too much sand for him to be able to see clearly. So he just tried to inch away from the oncoming darkness, wary of what it held in its depths.

There was one thing he managed to pick up though. He was just barely able someone screaming about a trap of sorts. Well trap or not, something definitely was not right. Not far, he managed to make out the figure of the king of bandits, who just seemed to be standing there as if he was in a trance. Quickly, he made his way over to the man and nudged him.

"I don't think it's really safe to be standing about like that.."