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Razar's attention was turned away from the storm and back to the group. Before he hopped off of the truck he looked at the axe in his left hand. [color=D8ED1C]"Good job, Senor Slice."[/color] He said, complimenting the axe for helping the Choppa scare off the storm. At least, in his mind he was scaring off the storm. When he hopped off, he looked at Kalahan, grinning behind his mask. Kalahan was Razar's favorite ally. He enjoyed the fights and didn't mind Razar chopping and dicing opponents. He listened and looked where Kalahan was pointing to and then nodded. [color=D8ED1C]"Bad people need hurting, Drivey man?"[/color] He asked as he began to wipe the blood on his axes against his cargo pants. [color=D8ED1C]"I know you don't like being dirty, Cleave."[/color] He whispered.

It was then that more people began to gather around them. Two of which he recognised. [color=D8ED1C]"BAGHEAD!"[/color] He exclaimed happily when he found out one of the survivors was Dog Bob. Dog Bob used his 'Looksee', as he called it, to help find Mr Cleave and Senor Slice when Razar accidentally lost them one time. Razar waved frantically to Dog Bob, but with his mask up, it looked more unsettling than welcoming. Then there was another shooter. Sending bangs to his enemies wasn't Razar's style, but if it helps you survive, then it doesn't matter at the end of the day. It didn't get in the way of his fighting. However, Razar's scattered mind had turned his attention once again to something else. His bike.

[color=D8ED1C]"Wait, where's Reaver? You boys seen 'er?"[/color] Razar asked his axes, looking at them. He began to trudge off in search for his bike. He thought he caught a glimpse of someone approaching the group. Someone different, but it was no concern for him. If it was a bad person, then they were severely outnumbered. Razar began to look at every single bike he could. Any of which that weren't charred, burning, twisted wreckage anyways. He thought he found Reaver, but this bike was missing it's front wheel. Razar growled and continued his search until finally he found it. A bit of sand had it buried, but Razar soon shaked off the dirt and managed to get the Reaver free. He rolled it along the sand and back to the group.

[color=D8ED1C]"Someone give her a quick check up? You can have first dibs on whoever I scalp next?"[/color] He offered to anyone that would listen.