Ziel leans foward, suddenly noticing something approaching a few miles away. "Lieutenant!" He shouted, the black clothed man appeared once more "Yes sir!", Ziel replies "Mobalise the marksmen....We have visitors...." In shock the clothed man askes in a scared tone of voice "H-how do you know sir?" Ziel with a dark sence to his tone "Call it a sixth sence....Eight miles away from here, near the fallen shake streets....The desert didint claim them....I suppose thier going by veichel..." His grunt under his voice was enough to make the clothed man shudder in fear.<br/><br/>"Just who the Hell are you..." He stared out endlessly in the wastelands, his fist slammed against the wall of the builing, causing a massice peice of marble to shatter out of its place. "Suddenly jumped off skidding down the buildings surface. "S-sir!!! Where are you going!!! Whilst skidding down his dark reply was simple, "I'm going to greet our friends myself..." He slams into the floor, walking out of the dust unscaved and with a deadly aura surounding him, he suddnely burst into a inhuman speed, whilst still in his human form.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of springting he makes it to the North entrance of the dusted gates, the most heavily armored of all four gates, a grin appeared on Ziels face as he leaned foward. two 50.Cal repeater cannons focused off into the distance. "Come on...."<br/><br/>"I'm waiting...."