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Marcia split with Blade and managed to get to the edge of camp as the dark fog started moving in... Instinctively she darted behind a tent keeping her back against the fabric. Being out in the open was the worst thing that anyone could do in this situation aside from running around like a fool. Marcia peered though the sand being whipped up by the storm, Damn it would be almost impossible to get across the sand back to Catastrophe.

There was some screaming in the background but she was much more interested in what was coming... Marcia noticed a rogue dash out beside her into the fog... A shrill cry came from him but then only silence.

She had to get back to Catastrophe somehow... Not to mention Quin was out there somewhere in Saga. He would probably be the only one who could help.

A shriek was heard from across the camp Marcia spun around, what the hell was that? she said catching a glimpse of the zoid as it passed her. Damn.. there was no getting out of this.

Fubar managed a mechanical whimper before his entire form froze up, his 'eyes' darkened, and his body stood still as the boulders standing in the distance.

Hugo stirred from his thoughts, having formally lounged himself along one of the gryphon's forepaws. He turned his chin upwards to watch as the 'eyes' on his mechanical beast faded.

"Fubar...? Fubar! HEY! Fubar!" The boy knocked on the gryphon's leg- still no response.

He looked around frantically, only then noticing the black fog. A very familiar fog... it had crept into his village like a plague just moments before...

He closed his eyes and drew in a sharp, pained breath. "....spirits must have led you back here... devil." He reached for his side and freed the new dagger he'd been given. It was time to test it.

The boy threw his legs over the side of the claws and dropped down to the ground, his turquoise eyes searching through the incoming darkness. "...come on..."

There came another screech from the Jury before the silhouette vanished for the final time. The walls of the fog extended again than creeped in closer. Than more shadows begun to emerge from the black fog. It looked like a mob of humans moving toward the camp. Through the mosh of person shadows, some looked to be holding long pointy weapons.

A third screech sounded from the Jury and every shadow gained crimson glowing eyes. One pair in particular stood out, these eyes were golden instead of crimson, it also seemed to be ahead of all the shadows.

Hugo's body tensed like a drawn bowstring, ready to uncoil at any moment. Finally... he'd avenge his parents. His friends, his home. His hand tightened on the handle of his blade, knuckles whitening as he steeled himself. This was it!

A hand seized his, earning a sharp cry from the boy- more of a furious, startled sound rather than one of fear. He jerked forward to little avail, his legs kicking at both sand and air as he was dragged backwards. "NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I HAVE TO FIGHT! STOP IT!"

The figures drew closer to the wall, than stopped just before breaking through. First the one with the golden eyes pushed through, walking as if he had strings attached to every limb of his body. He wore what looked to be an iron Chimera mask with me mouth open in a roar. Behind the mouth it was pitch black with wire tubes nearly protruding from the mouth. The man was about 6' 3" and had wires wrapped tight to his body. Starting from the neck, extending to each foot, each finger. It looked like the nerves system, but on the outside of the body. But the most distinguishing feature was the dark long hair that reached past mid back, and the tattoo of a long chimera wrapped around his right arm.

The tubes spout fourth fire giving the illusion of a chimera lion spewing a flamethrower. With this signal the rest of the shadows emerged from the wall. These were the entire of the Chimera gang that had been killed that fateful day. A good portion of them were most of the way rotted with much more wires controlling their every movement. And keeping them from falling apart. Many of them had their head's crushed and melted, and most all of them had broken ribs that were patched up with wire. (Though their heads were melted there was still some form of crushed and melted skulls were reconstructed with wire and fragments of shattered skull. )

All of these beings had a sphere like object in their chest where all the wires were connected. Each of them also looked to be able to spew flamethrowers, and a good portion did when they emerged from the wall. The army seemed endless... More and more emerged through the wall with more glowing eyes waiting behind them.

The one with the Chimera mask focused on Riot, but the others didn't seem to have any direction on targets, everyone but Riot was in their blood-lustful gaze.

The leader stole two scimitars from the zombies on both sides. With these weapons in hands he made a charge for Riot. The closer he got the more obvious his wounds had become. His neck still bleed from his previous encounter, along with his belly and burnt arm. The man was covered in bruises from head to toe. Mainly where the wires cling to his body and entered the skin.

When the leader took the charge the rest of them scattered and begun to attack random targets. As intimidating they were, they had sloppy movements as a puppet would. The leader was the only one who what clean precise movements. And he seemed to want to attack only one target.

Riot was surprised by the blond whoosh that past him for attack at the leader charging him.

The bandit lurched forward with Hugo, stopping in front Riot swung his leg out and around to Hugo-not for a full kick but more so to crane him back from the hit and getting hit by his opponent; more so to wrap and shove him back with the leg(in a kick like motion). Riot was a fast one-he had to be to learn how to stay out of his brother's grasp.

"This one's mine, Hugo-protect the others." Hugo let out, not wanting harm to fall either one of his friends. His words for one didn't question if Hugo was 'able' to do so-but trusted that he did know what he was doing.