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The driver and his gunner stood back in disbelief of the carnage before them, it was far more than what they had bargained for. All their friends, most likely also family, were being slaughtered, by even the forest itself by the looks of it! The driver not so quietly cursed at his own comrades and their killers at the same time. Before they could turn to him, he radioed to the rest of his crew further into the forest.

"Thought ya bastards said there weren't no superfreaks down here!" he yelled. The voice on the other hand stammered out a confused response. "Get yer asses over 'ere, it's a goddamn warzone out here! Where? Heh, follow the smoke..."

The driver would then exit his truck, as he does so, the truck raised a few inches with a loud creak. The man was decked in some kind of makeshift armor made from strips of steel beaten into a wearable form that could offer at least the minimal level of flexibility. His face was visibly scarred from a number of battles. He reached in and put on a dented welder's mask, and pulled out some kind of heavy weapon in both hands, connected to it were a few canisters of something screwed into its base.

"Light 'em up, Hoggr!" the gunner yelled out.

"Shut up, Emett," Hoggr responded, pulling a lever on the weird weapon a few time, a strange slurping sound is heard as it spurts out some kind of chemical concoction. With another click, a spark shoots out the end and the sludge ignites into a brilliant yellow fire, he then turns it to their aggressors.

"I know exactly what ya'll really are, unnatural, abominable accidents! Only we can cleanse this, by hellfire itself, it'll be purified!" Hoggr yelled out as he began to spray out a stream of extremely hot liquid flame. "Let it be written, that only those who've remained untainted shall reclaim this world! All else shall be taken to to the depths of hell! So was written in the book of Hoggr!"

"Oh? So you can write?" Bella quipped, but she stepped back, feeling the heat of the flames. No matter her healing factor, if she got that on her, even she'd be in serious trouble. It was clear this guy, as psychotic as he was, was well equipped to deal with most of them.... but he was still a regular human under that steel carapace... and that was a weakness.