"Alright! I'm gonna head into town, set things up." The red haired man said, putting away his binoculars.<br/><br/>"...The town. We are about to attack?" One of the bandits asked, a concerned look on his face. "What if, like...one of us attacks you?" He asked.<br/><br/>There was a moment of silence, a dumbfounded look at the red hair man's face.<br/><br/>"I'm eight foot tall. My hair looks like friggen FIRE. I thank you for the concern but if one of you attacks me it HAS to be on purpose."  He replied sighing and shaking his head. "Anyways, wait until I give the signal. Which will be fire.  That's the hot stuff you don't wanna touch! Normally, I would not feel the need to explain." He could not help but chuckle when he saw the glares he was given. "Okay, girl! come on now!"<br/><br/>"Ja." A voice answered, a small figure moving though the bandits. A young girl, with brown hair reaching down to her shoulders, with brown eyes. A cloak was also on her, protecting her from the sand. "Gehen wir." She muttered, as they made their way into the town<br/>---<br/><br/>"This enough of a trophy for ya?"<br/><br/>And suddenly, a giant metal bat skull was slammed onto the table in front of the hunters, the red haired man  resting his arm on it, a giant smirk on his face. "Now, this baby? One HELL of a fight. Flew miles up into the air, shards of metal shooting from it's body! Saw it take man's head clean off! Now, the secret? These guys shoot metal that are harder than the metal their skeleton is made out of, so if you can get one of the shards...well, then you get the best trophy a the table!" He explained<br/><br/><br/>All of it a total lie. Well, such creatures DID exist, over in North America. They flew with the Snake Dragons. This skull, though? Just something the man got from a friend of his.<br/><br/><br/>"....Well, shit. You win. What's your name, stranger?" One of the hunters said, looking over the skull.<br/><br/>"Girien!" The man replied, with a hearty chuckle, patting the skull. He waited before his continued, knowing what was gonna come next.<br/><br/>"...THE Girien?"<br/><br/>"What? No.<span style="font-style: italic">A</span>Girien. I dunno who<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>are talking about. But he sounds incredibly handsome and strong. But, I'm not here to brag, that's just a nifty extra. I'm here to talk to my good friend!" He smiled, turning around and slamming a hand onto Garret's shoulder.<br/><br/>"Garret! What a surprise seeing you here! IF I had knew you would be here, I wouldn't have hired some one to send you a package. Anyways, may we talk in private?"<br/><br/>And before Garret even had a chance to respond, Girien picked him up with a single hand and walked him off.<br/><br/>"So. Don't mean to be a bother. But the thing I wanted you to take care of. It is here. In this town!" Girien told him, sitting him down in a corner of the saloon, finding himself a chair to sit down in. Despite being a giant of a man, and obviously some one with an agenda, he gave off an aura of friendliness. "I mean, I'm sure you can take care of it! You're resourceful. Just wanted to give you a heads up." he smiled, nodding his head. "Remember, our deal is simple. You make sure everything goes the way<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>want it to, and I'll give you a monster to fight that will put everything the<span style="font-style: italic">rest</span>of them has fought to SHAME."<br/><br/>---<br/>Suddenly, Alex would find some one pulling on him. The brown hair girl that was with Girien. "Dort drüben." She said, pointing at the saloon garret and Girien were at. "Garret." She added, her voice having a deep German accent. She then proceeded to drag him along, grabbing onto his jacket.<br/><br/>This was stupid, she didn't want to do this. WHY was she doing it, she wondered? Could she trust Girien to keep his promise? She stopped her thoughts, at the  saloon. "Hier." She said, looking at Alex, than at the Saloon, walking away.<br/><br/>She would now go back to the bandits, and wait. This whole idea was stupid, but she was interested in seeing where it would go.<br/><br/>------<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Fuck me and everything I have ever said." </span>The boy thought, as a woman begun talking to her....son? As soon as he had finish hoping nothing interesting would happen. Normally, he would ignore something like that...but mentions of "getting shot in the face' concerned him. A lot, in fact!<span style="font-style: italic">"Just ignore it Alan just ignore it just ignore it."</span>He told himself, gulping. He would just walk past the scene, and go on his way.<br/><br/>"U-uh...M-madam?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper.<span style="font-style: italic">"What no this isn't walking away." </span>He cleared his throat, speaking up a bit. "M-Madam! I-I don't think you should....s-shoot people i-in the face!" he said, his face a deep red, a mixture of embarrassment and fear.  Mostly fear. Like, 90% fear. He was realizing this was an awful idea.<br/><br/>"...J-just an idea?" He added, wanting nothing more than to disappear into thin air.