To say that Arger was mad would be an understatement. It wasn't wild wrath, oh no, this was searing hate. The little girls name was A'tha, and she was his only friend on this gods forsaken rock. When Arger was first dumped here he was injured, hungry, and angry. A'tha had been the only one to help him, at least after he had saved her. Some scum thought it would be easier to prey on the young then some young B'ak who might actually pose a challenge, and so tried to defile her. Truth be told, Arger didn't even know what he was doing, at that moment all Arger cared about was food. With a single swipe of his claws Arger demolished his prey's head and began to feast upon his worthless hide. A'tha only made herself known when she tried to run away but tripped herself over her own feet and fell, giving her a nasty bruise on the noggin. 

When she awoke she found herself not in the stomach of a monster, but by a slumbering Arger. The blood from the night before had either washed away or dried into the colors you normally saw around here and chocked it all up as a bad dream. Soon afterwards they got to know each other and they were friends, never seen very far apart. But now, she was gone. From that single moment, Arger kept tabs on the one who pulled the trigger and seeing as he was in fact the farthest away from the group took a piece of rubble off the ground and tested its weight. Satisfied with the twenty pound chunk of concrete, advanced towards the front of the small gathering of onlookers and hurled the chunk towards the guards face. Naturally he missed but the rock collided with his back and Arger heard the joyous sound of shattered spine and shrieks of pain, funny, you would think that they would be able to take more damage seeing as they dealt so much out. After the impromptu attack, Arger was supprised to see other rocks fly towards the guards and a being flying towards the others, most likely for the blue one. Seeing his chance Arger ran forward as well and grabbed the remaining guard by the back of his neck, jabbing his free hand into his back and having it come out the front. 

With a sinister chuckle, Arger gave a strong tug and with a sickeningly sweet sound the body was ripped in half. With copious amounts viscera and blood to make it look like an average day back home. It wouldn't make up for A'tha, but it was a start. 

Tossing the still living half of the guard at the other, Arger went back to the guard he had felled with his chunk and went to town. In a flash of claw and the stomp of boot and there wasn't anything left of the guard besides a smear of blood and a pile of innards and bone fragments. Afterwards Arger stomped his way towards the last guard who was still pinned by the flesh of the second. He will be my prise, Arger thought to himself. Grabbing his head in his massive hands Arger placed his boot on his chest and pulled. The man screamed even as his throat was torn to shreds, good. These B'ak Shats deserved it. It was only after his little murder spree that Argers attention was on the other being that had entered the clearing, curiouse as to what it was doing.