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Marcia was content just watching the event unfold from the sidelines. Actually she should get back to finding her dagger... Marcia twitched at the sudden mention of a black liger. Wait, he couldn't possibly mean? There was no way it'd be the same liger... but the proability was high actually since this was the closest little 'town' I suppose you could call it to where Marcia had fought it.

It was time to find out... She was still irked about the whole thing with the liger. She'd know if it was the same one by the marks on it's neck left by Catastrophe's teeth.

Marcia pushed through the crowd. As much as she wanted to act... now was not the time. "Excuse me." she said rather bluntly her irritation evident. "That Black liger... " she paused "It wouldn't happen to be a blade liger would it?" She was probally putting herself in a very dangerous situation... but if it was she'd be able to figure out who piloted the thing and kill em.

"Does it have marks on it's neck?" she asked almost innocently.... almost.

She wasn't happy one bit especially about the liger running off wagging it's tail behind it.

Riot's eyes narrowed at the bald man and his spit, he didn't even bother to look down to it. His blue gaze didn't look to the woman that stepped it, maybe he would once this 'misunderstanding' was for the most part over.

"See here is the thing..." Riot spoke straightening from his lean on Dhin'zel, the lazy smile gone.

"You don't own s**t. Not even a hair on your head." The way the bandit plainly spoke, made it sound as if everyone knew but this 'owner'-down talking him in a obvious way. A more arrogant tired smile replaced his lips.

"Zoids are not some toy or object that a skill-less-wonder like you can 'have'." Riot sighed as if he had to restate the basics to a kid in training. " Ask any Zoid pilot..." Riot trailed off and leaned to see some of the ones that sided with the bald man. "Ask any Smart Zoid pilot that has some skills-at least." He restated and rolled his eyes to the others that seemed to have forgotten this rule. On a side note-what the hell where they doing is his camp?! He mentally took note of the foolish others...

Now that the lecture was over to the point...


"You treat your partner like you own them it will have nothing to do with you." Riot spoke to man of baldness. "That blade liger was all but begging to leave you dumbshit." The man smirked.

"I was only acknowledging a simple request." The man rubbed in with a still apparent cocky smirk.

The bald man held his gaze on the pink haired menace, now ignoring the barking chiwawa who somehow got close enough to toss a kick at him.

He simply moved his arms to tightly grasp the foot being kicked at him. His grip tight and confirming the muscles were not just for show.

"I don't need any lectures from a monkey... I want my ZOID back, an' I'm going to get it one way or another."

The two men at his side withdrew daggers from their sheaths at their sides and begun to approach Marcia. They were not going to have this attack on their leader go unpunished. Even if it didn't seem their bald leader would do anything about it.

"Think 'ya can do whatever you want? Just cause every one knows your name... tch." He spat again. "Nothin' but a military brat, only reason you got this far cause your damned brother ignores you."

For the time being, Blade decided it would be best to stay around the camp. Though they weren't serious, he did sustain a few injuries in that fight that had occurred. It wasn't as if he was in any hurry to get anywhere for the most part, so trying to relax a little shouldn't be too big of a deal before attempting to travel again.

Currently, he was getting the help from another rogue to bandage up a cut he took to his side.

Even though things had seemingly calmed down, it sounded as if tensions were still relatively high as he noticed Marcia, the bandit king, and a few others bantering nearby. The bald one seemed to be pissed about his zoid for one reason or another. Judging how things were going, the thief wouldn't be surprised if another fight were to break out. One thing for certain, the bald guy had to either be stupid, arrogant, or both to be spewing out what he was.

"Just one thing after another..." he muttered before wincing lightly.

The bald man shoved Marcia's leg away from himself, granting her wish to be free. It was him and Riot now. "You heard me military brat." He spat.

The two lackies on the side begun to back off as they looked into Riots eyes. Oh God they had pissed him off. "uh... Dantes... too far..." One of them whispered.

The comment was rewarded with a slap upside the head from the other lackey. Now was not the time for that...

"Just me and him, no one gets in on this." He frowned as he cracked his knuckles. The group who gathered behind the Dantes backed off a little, and only a few of them tensed up and readied for a good fight. Showing who the loyal were.

And so a fight did break out, though at least it wasn't a full out brawl... for now. With a sigh, Blade shook his head to himself as he watched the two men begin to duke it out. Though they seemed intent on having a one-on-one fight, he wasn't sure how long it'd last exactly. A few of the men with the bald one looked as if they were ready to jump in at any moment.

While he watched, the cut had been patched up. He quietly thanked the one that helped him before turning his attention back to the fist fight. It should be entertaining to see at least. Slowly, he went and stood up as well. If things did become more chaotic, it probably wouldn't be good to be stuck on the ground.

The lackeys watched in horror as their leader went down. Riot was rumored to be fast, but no one in that group had really seen it for themselves

Dantes went down to the ground with a hard thud. Blood ran from his mouth and nostrils. It would take him a moment to even think about what had just happened. For a small man he sure hit hard...

The one of the two, the one who thought his boss had taken the mouth too far, took off running. This was the obvious smart one of the two. The other tightened his grip on his knife and prepared to lunge for the King of Bandits.

As Riot took down Dantes, Marcia was surprised how fast it happened, he went down in one punch. The other man had been strong enough to stop her(Though she hadn't been to intelligent when doing so), and he seemed twice as strong. That was inhuman.

"Shoot!" she said when she saw the reaming lackey run past her She had been to preoccupied watching. What the hell was that guy? No normal person was that strong. The lackey seemed to stop in his stacks. Marcia followed the lackey quickly flattening her hand out and throwing a hard and sharp attack aimed at the pressure point at the base of his neck on the spine.