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The beating ways of the sun bored down onto Razar's back as he laid face down into the blistering sands. Slowly, he raised his head with a groan, looking all around him. He could make out the silhouettes of people but needed to clear his head to make it out. Razar clambered up onto his feet and shook his head before looking about. It was his group! Looks like there were some survivors from the ambush. Razar clenched his teeth from behind his mask. How could they get away? Razar would have to look out for them another time. He patted his back, only to find them bare. Where were they? Where were his weapons? They didn't take his axes, could they? Where were Slice and Cleave? Razar spun around in a panic, looking for his prized possessions.

[color=D8ED1C]"MR CLEEEAAAAVVVVEEE!?!?!!?? SLIIIIICE!?!?!?!"[/color] 

Anyone nearby would've been able to hear Razar screaming out for his weapons. It was then when he noticed the his rusted axes buried into the spine of a raider. Razar growled as he stomped towards the dead body and ripped out his axes before kicking the head of the dead man. He bent over and got his face close. [color=D8ED1C]"Mine..."[/color] He growled before snapping back up. Now that his head was clear, he sheathed his still bloodied axes onto his back and began to walk up to the silhouettes he saw. It was survivors from his group. There was the shooty man, the nice driver man who liked to fight and the body mechanic who'd repair Razar sometimes. He ran up to them, waving his arms around to get their attention.

[color=D8ED1C]"HEEEEY!!!"[/color] He yelled out in greetings. When he got closer, he saw the fixer man was staring off somewhere. Razar got close to him and followed his gaze out until he could also see the oncoming storm. Razar saw the concerned look on Sawbone's face and he sat there in thought for a moment. The fixer man seemed worry. Razar should scare the storm off. Razar pulled out his axes and climbed up onto one of the wreckages. 

[color=D8ED1C]"YOU CALL YOURSELF A DUST WHIRLER!?!?!?!?"[/color] He began to yell out across the desert, using Senor Slice to point at the storm. [color=D8ED1C]"YOU COULDN'T BLOW ME BACK A SINGLE STEP!!!!!"[/color] He continued, following that up with a scream as he stomped on the metal roof of the wrecked truck and shake his axes furiously.