<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Doc21.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Dylan Silverheart</strong></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=190719.msg9238263#msg9238263)<br/>(Stats) (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13032)<br/><hr/><br/>Dylan paused to notice Shikoba's sudden lack of apparel in the dim light.<br/><br/>That having been said, and taking only a few moments to admire the landscape, it seemed to him that the fleeing bandits were in good hands with both women on the case. He holstered his weapon and began looking among the fallen, hoping that there was at least one left who might be coaxed to this side of consciousness long enough to answer a few questions. If he managed to find one still breathing then first order of business was to drag the varmint away from the damaged machines. Damaged machines, in Dylan's experience, tended to explode messily at dramatic moments.<br/>