His cycle spit up the lifeless grey sand behind it, the ashen wastes of this dead land. Sergio loathed it. Riding towards the dull light his sidecar filled with packages to be dropped off to their respective owners, one for the princes, and one for the Arena Master.<br/>The Houndlike primal covered his eyes with goggles, the scorched wastes illuminated by the headlight, why anyone would bother to place a city out here... but then again Hades was not exactly a logical place. Nor were it's residents.<br/>"Tannari..." demons of the waste, eastern culture, they burst from their hiding places beneath the scorched land, several of them. their tywisted visages hidden behind turbans and ragged facecloths. black eyes and grey faces, a pair of grey horns bursting from the sides of their headgear to point upward.<br/>they came armed with crude blades they'd made from the scraps of iron and other metals, dashing across the wastes at suprising speed.<br/>Sergio tightened his armored grip on the bike, speeding along as they followed, one pulling alongside to try and attack the travler, it raised it's sword.<br/>Sergio was faster, it's chest blossemed with a shot from a handgun, most of the residents disregarded modern devices, prefering the tried and true methods of killing each other. Sergio did not care, weapons were weapons.<br/>the explosion was enough to send the others scattering for a moment. the leather clad hellhound knew their tactic, he turned as the wastes in front of him erupted with a barbed net. He smirked as another leapt at him, he caught the creature with his teeth, black blood spraying to be lapped up by the wastelands. They tasted terrible, as he exected, he let go and the creature tropped to the dirt flopping as he rode on.<br/>He was approaching the city wall, a great crude thing made in roman style, patched adn repatched over thousands of years. the last two actually made an attempt on bhis live, blade bared coming at him from both sides. he grabed one by it's horns, and the other by the flat of it's blade, and placed one upon the other as gruesomely as possable. battle made his temper flare, his hair glowing with luminecent fire as they were knocked off balance.<br/>His vehicle passed through the gates, the rest of the raiders backed off, slinking back into the scorched wastes before the black armored guards could perforate them with crossbows and wall mounted machine guns.<br/>yeah... bombards and heavy weapons had been adopted for seiges, the demons had a thing for "firey things that go boom and cause misery" especally when they could blast through walls and normal armor, even if not the "great equalizers" they were on the mortal planes.<br/>he handed the bag to one of the princal flunkies, put his hand cannon away, and simply strolled into the nearest tavern. "Dead Man's Rest"<br/>Not that it was uneventful, on the way, he saw a few of the damned brutalizing each other, as they often did, as a primal he didn't give a damn.<br/>a single woman cried out, reaching for him as her rapist grabbed her by the ponytail, Sergio shruged, whipped his axe from his back, and planted it in bald bastard's bare chest.<br/>he looked down at her his eyes glowing softly. "congrats new girl, concider this your one freebee, now get yourself a weapon before it happens again."<br/>He shruged, and kicked in the door to the Dead Mans's Rest.