[h2][center]Zeke von Genbu[/center][/h2]
Proceeding further into the streets, Zeke found the same sight that the other two had seen, and was just as equally appalled by what he saw as the other two were. Seeing dead monsters lying around from defending a town or looking for materials to sustain a livelihood was all well and fine, but given what beasts they had just killed combined with the sheer irreverence for life...

This went beyond what was by any means acceptable, and the expression on the Driver's face showed his disdain for it all.

"Well, I guess if that's any indication, they're all probably going to be this rude," he remarked, readying his weapon as the other two dove forward. The riflemen were dispatched in short other by his allies, though, which left the rabid dog that was biting at his face to be dealt with.

"Oh, on me, huh?" he asked, casually sidestepping the dog as it dove for his face before cleaving through the center of its body in midair. "Sorry, but putting you down's my only choice here. I don't think you'd meet any cleaner a fate hanging out with masters like these."

With the dog handled, Zeke chased after the other two in order to help disarm the rest of the unruly mob—if there were any left to disarm, at least.

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