It certainly was an experience being carried around like a 200 pound sack of potatoes at blistering speeds by the local number one Templar. Then again, not the worst way he has ever crossed a distance and would probably still be more comfortable than being fireman carried by Alex. Seeing as how Yue made her way towards the edge of town it seemed she wanted to meet up with the other Templar first, and that meant looking for Zolya. [color=#0050ff][b]"Flock of ravens on your left, she's over there."[/b][/color] He yelled as soon as he spotted those feathered menaces against the blue of the dome... Was it just him or was that dome excessively spiky this time?

After a very rough and jostled ride Raudd was dumped near Zolya to recuperate for a moment while Fang with frustration pouring out of her every move went after the Templar that had decided to once again evade rendezvous. [color=#0050ff][b]"Don't know what you're gonna do, I'm gonna take a couple of your wolves and find Alex. Something is very wrong with him, and I think he might be actually angry."[/b][/color] Raudd said as to his sister the moment his senses properly reset and he got his bearings again. [color=#018c3b][b]"Alex angry? And how exactly are you gonna find him? I'm coming with you."[/b][/color] She replied as Raudd mounted the stag that the second problematic Templar had left behind.

[color=#018c3b][b]"Follow the trail of destruction I guess, you hear that sound of smashing machinery, that's probably Alex ripping apart the rippers."[/b][/color] He retorted as he took off in the direction he had been hearing the wave of destruction move towards with his sister in hot pursuit as she sent out her Ravens to look for the hero in blue... Or red or green, though hopefully blue.

However it did not take long before they crossed paths with some friendly cybernetically enhanced fiends themselves. A rare rush of adrenaline shot through Raudd's head as he watched the ripper raise an intergrated shotgun to the head of a small child in a struggle over some crappy prosthetic leg the kid had. Not thinking he charged the ripper with the stag piercing it's arm and it's torso onto the antlers like a macabre cybernetic ornament as the stag continued it's charge fiend first into a nearby building.

Zolya in the meantime had rushed over to help the kid, and more importantly make sure what Raudd was going to do to the ripper wasn't going to be seared onto the boy's retina's for the rest of his life. She'd seen that spark of fire, and the result wasn't going to be pretty.

As the dust settled from the impact and the cyber fiend got his first look at his assailant he was met with the sight of the viking axe in hand standing next to the stag that was pinning him against a solid steel barrier, axe blade already launched into a vicious attack. If there was any reading the expression on either face even through the cyber addiction fueled psychosis there were clear notes of dread. Raudd's on the other hand would be more befitting on a berzerker, rage, vengeance, and a fire fueled by resentment could be read in his eyes as the axe came down on the ripper's one free arm. 

Saying it was a clean cut would be an overstatement the ripper had attempted to protect his arm by shielding it with his hand resulting in it partly slicing partly ripping the fingers in it's path off the hand, and when the axe made contact with the upper arm the flesh rended quickly to energy blade of the axe. However the bone yielded more resistance and felt like trying to hack through a gnarled piece of wood and snapped crudely as the full force of the swing came down on it. The rippers scream and following pleadings that followed the sound of the arm flopping lifelessly onto the ground could probably be heard streets away, luckily Zolya had isolated the kid from the horrible sound of the murder ready ripper finding his equal treatment less than pleasant. [color=#0050ff][b]"You're never gonna hurt anyone."[/b][/color] Raudd snarled at the creature struggling against the stags pin and he wound up another big swing.

This time when the blade made contact it was across the metallic skull enhancements the ripper had. A mixture of wet metallic crunches, cracks and smashing sounds followed as Raudd unobstructed by the ripper re-engineered the cybers skull into a modern art exhibition. The result of which had more in common with the aftermath of falling into a junkyard's metal press than a cybernetic enhancement, and if the ripper wasn't already past tense it would be soon enough given the amount of blood and other mechanical fluids it had lost in the process of it's execution.

After kicking the macabre antler decoration free from the stag head into a secluded trash pile he returned to Zolya and upon seeing that the kid was fine he was finally able to calm himself down somewhat, but it was practically guaranteed that the next ripper they were to come across would share the priors fate for daring to associate with such trash and as a sacrifice to quell Raudd's anger.

Leaving the kid to it's fate with god knows how many rippers still on the loose just didn't sit well with either of them, and they took a little detour to bring him to a shelter of some kind, or rather a little resistance strongpoint where there were at least some people with weapons and armor to protect the civilians. After the detour it didn't take the siblings all that long to get back to tracking their target, especially not given he'd left a trail of broken and trashed bodies in his wake, some still breathing others having been dealt with, but most looked to have some additional trauma that didn't look like Alex's unusual savagery. [color=#018c3b][b]"Is...Is Alex usually that violent?"[/b][/color] [color=#0050ff][b]"No, he's not. And that's why I'm worried."[/b][/color]