Rake kicked the tied up bandit in the stomach. He let the others handle the material goods. He was less interested in material things, more focused on anything that could inflate his ego. "Hey! Stop oggling our fighter and tell me your entire scheme! We're a bunch of crazed maniacs with sharp things! Start talking or I'll make sure that the only thing you can do to a woman is oggle! Right Krusmid?" He paused, looking around.<br/><br/>"Krusmid? Hell, where did she go? I need my good cop here!"