However, more thoughts soon started to flood from someone else's mind a small distance away.

[i]"I am really getting old for this, and my damned bad leg isn't helping me at all!"[/i] Aran complained in his mind as he got close to the abandoned house. [i]"Eira should be here soon enough, I only sent her to scout around the area."[/i] he thought, looking briefly at the abandoned house from a distance, squinting to see if anyone was at the house and noticed a... wheelchair? Who in the world survived in this wasteland in a wheelchair, the person he saw was either the luckiest person ever, or had a very powerful gift that allowed him to survive, it might end in combat.

He briefly thought of the machete at his hip, thanking whatever deity was in the skies that he had found such a good melee weapon, his gift was powerful enough to be sure, however, compared with most other guns, it's range was lackluster and very hard to aim with at that. However, he knew that if he was going in a melee fight, he would win 8 times out of ten as most times a target would not be able to handle the force of one of his punches or kicks combined with a large electrical surge.

However, as he looked on at the man, he thought that he may be a bit paranoid, while a significant amount of people were hostile on sight, this person that he saw looked friendly enough to at least talk to before wishing to shoot or attack him. He sighed and decided to take the risk and approached the wheelchair bound person at a steady pace.

"Hello there, friend, if you are armed, please do not shoot, I am not hostile!" he said, approaching, if his opponent was hostile and armed with a gun, it was in his best interest to get close enough for his electrical strike to be able to do any significant damage.