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[h2][color=C24641]Zak[/color][/h2]
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     Pushing his way through the bushes and low hanging branches, Zak continued to grumble incoherently to himself as he aimlessly trotted ahead, his eyes searching even though he had no real destination. He scratched at his wrist as the small red tattoo began to itch. Suddenly, a feminine voice called out to the wandering angel, catching him somewhat off guard as his eyes darted around to find the speaker. Finally, Zak turned, his gaze looking up to meet the eyes of the mysterious mismatched girl Harley. He stared at her for a moment before relaxing a bit. [color=C24641]"Fer cryin' out loud...ye sure do 'ave a knack fer poppin out o' nowhere don't ye Checkers?"[/color] 

     Zak leaned against the gnarled trunk of the closest tree, gazing up at the battle that ensued in the skies. He could see the many different warriors of each faction engaged in combat or positioning themselves to do so. [color=C24641]"Listen Lass, Ah've been 'ere fer a grand total o' thirty seconds. So quit yer naggin. Plus Ah 'aven't made landfall in quite some time. Aimin is a tad off."[/color] He absently rubbed at his lower back, massaging away some of the rust of inactivity. [color=C24641]"Not that Ah knew what to be aimin' at. This place is a bloody scramble. Ah nearly took m'head off on a flyin' island comin' in."[/color] With a free hand, Zak made several hand gestures towards the floating land masses above. One of which was still in flames from his near miss.

     The booming explosions from missiles and energy beams rang out from all around. Zak could feel the ground rumble slightly beneath his feat from the conflict. Memories from previous battles vaguely flashed through his mind. He remembered that he wasn't a fan of front line combat. However he didn't just have war in mind when he agreed to Harley's deal. After a moment of sternly looking into the spatter of fights that broke out above, Zak pulled his eyes back to Harley, his expression growing somewhat oblivious. [color=C24641]"An' jist where d'ye spose Ah start? Wouldn't be very entertainin' if Ah ended up a splatter on some giant robots toes in tha first moments o' tha battle."[/color] It may have been a while, but he was still quite familiar with Machina creations like the Elicitor with quite possibly the largest toes of all. 

     Still, Zak wasn't just here to fight. [color=C24641]"Ah'll be needin' to come out o' this with more than a couple prisoners or heads. Perhaps ye can be more than jist a pretty face an' point me towards where Ah can find some new toys. Like an ancient ruin or hidden treasure. This place is old. There'll be somethin."[/color] Unbeknownst to anyone, over the centuries, Zak had planned on venturing out into the nexus to find any of the ancient shiny things the gods of old happen to have left lying around. Though he never got around to doing so, it's one of the many things on his to-do list. However he had preferred to do so without all the fighting. Regardless, he had a deal to uphold. [color=C24641]"An' if there 'appens to be some unfortunate beasties or bots along the way, Ah'll smash 'em up good....jist fer little 'ol you. Fair 'nuff?"[/color] Asked Zak, digging in his coat pockets for another joint.

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