[center][h1][color=red]Christopher Francis[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=silver]𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖   / /  ~𝟘𝟝𝟛𝟘[/color][/center][hr]

The sandstorm triggered Chris's nictitating membrane to shield his eyes from the harsh sand. While his vision was protected, the leathery skin membrane of his wings were not so durable as the rest of his armored body; With the strong wind current and the sand particles that rained upon his wings like bullets, his flight maneuverability was becoming hampered by the condition. With two walls now blocking the way for the rest of the team and the trees still pouring in like zombies, Chris had to move quickly. He was unable to see the attackers in his current position and would only be able to do so once he can fly over those walls, a task becoming less likely as the sand continued to rain down. 

Chris ignored Ernie's transmission, he had no plans to take cover. Before he could advance however, Allison's transmission stopped him. Unlike Ernie's suggestion, Chris was able to move past his seething ire of blood lust in favor of strategy. Allison said that Angelique may be alive, and while that was an unlikely speculation, Chris was optimistic enough to want to at least try and recover her alive...if Allison was right in her guessing.

A swift u-turn changed Chris into the direction of the wind's path, making his trip towards Allison and others by what was left of the lighthouse to be a slightly easier journey. He descended upon his teammates with a crashing thud into the earth, feet planted firmly on the impact. Fierce eyes and a monstrous roar displayed that Chris was not being very patient. His tail thwacked hard against the earth as if to say to his comrades to hurry the hell up and climb on. Like Zoe, Chris was out for blood, and he would be damn sure these assholes get whats coming to them whether or not they have Angelique.