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Jake "Honō no ko"

Spirit of the Eastern Frontier

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, as played by DarKnight36

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"When you're standing on the edge, looking out over that beautiful, deadly desert... Really nothing else quite like it."

Name: Jake
Sex: Male
Age: 22

Physical Description: Jake stands tall and lanky over others, but his build belies a physical power few can match. His skin is deeply tanned and his body has many scars from battles with other clans, monsters, and the elements themselves. Most would consider him rather handsome, with sky blue eyes and a ready smile full of straight white teeth.
Clothing: Jake wears a suit that many would consider unbearable. It is dark and almost fully covers him from the sun. Designs crisscross the front and back of his long coat. His boots are solid and weathered. Strapped to his waist are his sword, pistol, and a strange metallic rod that extends with a flick of his wrist. Jake's most noticeable feature is his broad-rimmed hat, reminiscent of a time long passed...
Height: 205 cm / 6'9"
Weight: 190 lbs
Skin Color: Dark brown to pale brown where the sun hasn't tanned him (which are very few places)
Hair Color: Ruddy brown
Eye Color: Sky Blue

Occupation: Self-proclaimed cowboy and adventurer
History/Bio: Born from the ashes of two rival clans and a legendary love tryst he refuses to talk about, Jake was named "Honō no ko", Child of Flame, and sentenced to die by the remaining members of the Vena and Dera clans. Thrown into the White Ruin, Jake somehow survived the ensuing storm that buried the warring clans beneath its sands and left him at the doorstep of a wandering mercenary, hired to fight in the war. Wounded and battered, the mercenary took Jake in and raised him as his own. Although his adopted father died many years ago, Jake still honors his memory, wandering the depths of the Qafar, calling himself "The Cowboy."

Home Town: None, born within the White Ruin
Native Clan: Vena & Dera clans
Population: Extinct
Settlements: None
Location: Sea of Sand, far east reaches of the Ariket

Personality: Fun-loving and optimistic, Jake tends not to take things very seriously. He seems fascinated with the desert, and rumor has it he's explored more corners of it than anyone else. Jake enjoys loose companionship, but grows uncomfortable with close relationships. He is kind but distant, going out of his way to help those in need if he can. He is very good at remaining detached.
Fears and Desires: Jake fears nothing but that he will not reach his most absurd goal: to conquer the White Ruin and make it his kingdom.

Equipment and Weapons: Jake carries a sword and pistol forged and formed by his father. Although the sword seems like a common weapon, it holds an interesting secret. Jake also carries a rod which extends and locks from a piece about six inches long to a staff six feet long. He often uses this in non-lethal situations. His suit is made of interlocking armor pieces and sturdy material threaded from several different kinds of monster. He claims it is waterproof, although there seems to be no purpose to this.
Styles and Abilities: Jake prefers not to fight seriously, although he enjoys getting in healthy brawls and defending women's honor. He has a lot of experience fighting monsters, and bandits.

So begins...

Jake "Honō no ko"'s Story

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"Let go of the Wetlander, kid," Uluru called down from atop his sand ray. The monster slayer leaped off his mount and landed on the ground with well placed thud. "I'm taking him to the Wetlanders and collecting that bounty myself," Uluru lied, his even tone and relaxed face never betraying his true goal. "Me and the pale one over here decided to split the gold since he helped find the foreigner."

A flash of thought ran over Uluru's face, though his hand edged towards his blade ever so slowly. "Rather not get into a brawl here, but there's plenty of gold to go around it seems. Help us get rid of the rest of the conpetition and we can split it in three ways. Sound good to you?"

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Musa blinked. They were only steps away from the alarm. She picked up her staff as she stood. Giving herself a healthy stretch first, she then cracked her neck while tossing her empty bowl into a nearby bin. Luckily I was facing this way. The female.them bounced on her toes and stretched her toes before docking her Stagg and taking off after her prey. The gold was of no concern for her. What peaked her interest was the interest that the Wetlander himself posed.

Soon Musa came upon the scene in the alley. She quietly slid to a stop and watched everything unfold. Locking eyes with the man who had a giant.. butterfly thing? She slowly pulls out her staff and looks at the one who had his back to her.

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"You despicable dune-heads," Skullivan said, wanting to add something to the performance as Uluru defended him under the guise of turning him in. Skullivan stared at the Cowboy Ninja before them.

Suddenly at the entrance of the alley a figure slid up, a staff drawn. Skullivan's eyes locked with hers - the woman he'd seen before. "Bounty hunter," He hissed to Uluru & Thessir before stepping forward. "Don't come down here, girl! You look very soft and these men are threatening to cut my face off! They're KILLERS. These two have already got me, you don't stand a chance!"

***

Mirova stared at Aisha. "The Change is real... and it is out there. The only reason the clans have not found it is because they think the world is hard and full of rock... they think their neighbours are their enemies, but when you look down from the sky... from the stars..." Mirova's hand pointed to the top of the tent. "You see the desert is united. We are one people, the clans... and the Change... is the only thing hopeful enough to make people see that. It is the only thing that will make our people... one Nomad clan."

Mirova paused at Aisha's next words.

"The Wetlanders?" Mirova's face twisted in a frown, her having listened in slight bemusement to Aisha up until that comment. Taking the idol and wrapping it in a shawl Mirova crawled forward between the three women and opened the tent entrance up. Stretching down at the entrance of the street Wetland soldiers were marching toward. Mirova swallowed. "You three have to leave," She hissed, crawling out into the sunlight and moving to the side her tent.

As the other three excited the Nomad hit one of the metal support polls of the tent, causing the entire thing to begin to collapse in on itself - the jingle of the instruments inside loud as it wrapped itself into a tight backpack of a ball. From her robes Mirova flung a grey hood over her head, grabbing hold of the large ball of tent - the artifacts poking out of the fabric, and swinging it onto her back and under the grey robe. The alluring Nomad of moments ago now appeared as any other filthy desert dweller, the only hint of more being the massive hunch on her back.

"Go," Mirova said, beginning to leave before pausing and turning back to Aisha. "...There's nothing easy about the Change. Simple, yes.... but not easy."

"You four!" The Wetland Soldiers called as they marched down. With a swallow Mirova began to sprint down the alley, the idol in hand, leaving the other three women behind.

***

Suddenly the Wagon stopped. The threesome inside and their guide would notice a young woman being attacked by her boss blocking their path out the village, Wetland soldiers rushing past to break up the fight. "What is this?" One soldier demanded, ripping Davikal off Ka'Wa as they fought in the street.

"Stop fighting. Street's off limits." Another soldier added, before marching up to the Sören, who was escorted the wagon down the street. "That goes to you too." The soldier paused, glancing behind at the Wagon - from ground-level it was hard to get a clear view of what was inside. "What you got back there anyway?"

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"Not really," Jake said, still grinning. "You see, I really have need of that money." He shook his head at Skullivan's rant, as he dumped the man to the side and tied his hands with a rope pulled from a pocket.

"So, we can do this two ways," Jake said, placing his hands on his belt and stepping forward over Skullivan. "The easy way. Or the hard way."

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Uluru sighed and drew out his sword. Without another word he took a step back and took a fighting stance, holding the sword in his right hand while his left stayed balled into a fist...until it opened up and released a small red crystal, which shattered and immediately began to emit a billow of smoke.

"Unless you two can hold your own, you'd better scatter now!" Uluru shouted, pushing Thessir and Skullivan away from the smoke, as he leapt atop Yanyan. Uluru glanced back at the oddly dressed woman who Skullivan had alluded to earlier. He was going to take a risk and trust that she would and could help and if not....well, it wouldn't be the first mistake he's made in the Qafar. He nodded briefly to her, hoping she would catch on and returned his attention to what appeared to be a cowboy-ninja.

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Jake shook his head and sighed. "The hard way, huh? Well, that figures. I should have pegged you as a hard one after that conversation about the Salamands. People like you, who don't really care about nature, about the sand." Jake shrugged. "I'm hard pressed to respect people like you."

From his belt, Jake drew out what looked to be a piece of pipe about six inches long. With a flick of his wrist, the pipe extended to about two feet in length, transforming into more of a club.

"Non lethal," Jake confirmed. "Unless you get hit wrong. Pulling out a sword like that just proves you're not the type to think twice about killing someone."

Spinning the rod, Jake moved forward, his eyes peering brightly from underneath his hat. "Teaching you some manners will be good for everyone, I think."

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru

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"A spew of nonsense," Uluru sighed as the smoke cleared, allowing Jake to see clearly that Uluru was standing above him, standing on the tail of his sand ray. The creature then catapulted Uluru into the air, as he sprung into a flip and landed behind Jake. "You're quick to moralize, yet you'll easily trust those damn wetlanders to honor their end of the bargain? Think they 'respect the desert'?" Uluru asked, tossing another crystal, this one erupting into a burst of harmless but blinding sparks in front of him as he swung his sword at Jake.

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Jake's hat dipped low, protecting his eyes from the blinding sparks as his club intercepted Uluru's sword with a massive clang that reverberated down into Uluru's wrists. A sword was a fine instrument of death, but its weakness was its finesse. Unless Uluru's sword was reinforced with magic, Jake's pipe would shatter or dent his sword to ruin.

Jake's cape swirled as he swung the pipe down with impressive force for Uluru's head, his counter strike coming directly off of his block of Uluru's sword.

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As the pipe came close to crushing his skull, Uluru raised his glove blocking the hit, though fracturing a bone in the process as the crystal powering it, causing the intricate line pattern covering it to shine bright yellow as a stunning blast of electricity shot forth and electrified electrified the pipe along with parts of Jaek's glove. With his free hand, Uluru threw another smoke emitting crystal to the ground as he rolled bacleards.

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"Yowch!" Jake said, shaking one of his hands. "That one hurt, nice moves! Still, you really like hiding behind smokescreens don't you?" Coughing, Jake retreated from the smoke. "Annoying, I'll give you that."

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Jake would see Uluru next, in the air atop Yanyan, steering the sand ray far from the sight of their brief battle. Without any further word, Uluru set off to find where his two, possibly three odd companions had scurried off to.

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Jake shrugged, snapping the pipe shut again. "Well, back to work," Jake said, pulling out his compass and checking it again. "Better find that fellow quick..." Walking off quickly, Jake whistled to himself as he went.

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull

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The smoke cleared and Musa peeked around the corner wall to see that fellow flying off on his fleshy butterfly and the other one walking off at a brisk pace while staring down at a compass. Quietly, she slid back into the alley after the cloaked man was far enough for her to not hear his footsteps. "That was.. Brief." She murmured. Although the fight was fast, she was very lucky that the man with the brimmed hat decided to ignore that loud mouthed Wetlander. Musa huffed in annoyance. He would get a nice strike from her staff when she finally cought up with his little troup.

Bouncing on her toes, she set off after the group again, hoping to find them quickly and apologize for her not trying to detain the brim-hatted man before he attatcked.

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Thessir was following along just fine, avoiding detection and the like as they walked in the flying beast's shadow. That was up until the point when the man from the bar earlier came upon them both, attempting to apprehend the wetlander. The bounty hunter bound the wetlander's hands and just decided he was going to detain him as though it was just that simple. Thessir wasn't much of a fighter though, luckily the man with the flying beast spoke in his stead.

"What is desirable of gold?" He wondered out loud, speaking his mind. Not long after that sentiment however the man with the floating creature attacked as there weren't many other options for dissuading their tracker otherwise. Bracing his stance he received the wetlander as he was shoved over towards him by the flying beast man.


As the smoke emitted from the man blocked all vision Thessir calmly produced his dagger. He cut through the wetlander's bondage with his dagger so easily it basically passed through the ropes, leaving the cut remains of aforementioned rope to fall in tatters in it's wake.

"Come. We search now." He motioned for the wetlander to follow him as he proceeded down the alleyway. On his way out he passed a woman with a skull set upon her head. Due to the smoke which was flooding out behind him he was fairly sure he saw her but she didn't appear to see them given her lack of reaction. As the smoke enveloped her she seemed to still be looking out towards where the combat was taking place.


After a number of turns across a few alleys as he and the wetlander turned a corner he had arrived to see a woman sprinting right towards them. It seemed their entrance was supposed to be her exit. His eyes though suffering from the light could catch a glimpse of skin from beneath the grey hood. Her skin was almost as pale as his was, white as snow with a mild red hue spread across. The reddish tint was what separated them in terms of skin tone. His skin lacked even that much color, appearing as solely white. Thessir never darkened under the sun, he'd only blister.

This was interesting indeed, mainly because a person of such little pigmentation was as rare as a blossoming blue rose out in the sea of sand. As much as he'd of liked to stop and chat there was still the feeling of being pursued to deal with. It did seem however that the woman was in quite a rush herself. Stopping a moment he raised a hand to grab her attention.


"Are you able to spend a lesser mark of time answering a question? I am curious."

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Amrazath "Inhuman Butcher" Colt Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Musa had vaulted into the shop while also pulling the skull atop her head down to cover her face. Not only was it a helmet but it was a formidable looking mask aswell. Her weapon was drawn and she listened to Uluru and Skullivan follow behind her, along with everyone else, much to her disapproval. But before she could protest, the whole situation was flipped onto its head.

Now they were standing inside of the Wetlander contraption and its bright lights were making her squint. Unnatural. Her Buffalo skull was back on her head and her staff was locked onto her back once more. Her eyes took in everyone around her, her new found group and the one that was a little distance away from them. They had some sort of large deer and a man with antlers, although smaller, to match. She remembered him from earlier. She remembered all of them from earlier. Her skin crawling and her stomach beginning to churn from the experience of being a first time flyer, she lifts her hands and gently runs them down her twin braids while her golden eyes bronzed over with thought as she reserved herself to watching whomever decided to speak.

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Ka'Wa's face burned and she merely nodded at Skullivan's words. Of course that was the answer, she thoughts as she bit her lip, Of course he would glare at me for that. Her eyes looked up from the sands, awaiting the input of the others. She was taken aback by Bohdana's reaction and couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth and trying to keep it quiet. However, she didn't answer, fearing Bohdana's wrath since she wasn't too sure of how to use the north star.

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"Okay," Jake said, standing up and brushing the ashes of what had once been the tavern from his hands. "I think I got it." He watched the airship flying away from the city. "Thanks Peidric."

The man behind him nodded, his expression grim. "What are you going to do Jake?"

"Find the people responsible for killing my friend," Jake said firmly. "And make them pay."

***24 hours later***

Jake's eyes surveyed the scene from a distance, the vision enhancing device coated in sand to reduce the glare from the glass lens. The group he'd been tracking was there, but they seemed to be... prisoners? Jake slowly lowered the object in his hand, and considered his options. Carefully.

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Jake had been carefully making his approach from the camp's blind side when the shot was fired. The explosion's flash took Jake by surprise, but not enough that he didn't see the man who'd fired the shot ducking behind a wagon, hiding from the rest of the group. Unfortunately, he was not hidden from Jake, who had happened to be approaching from that direction.

Panic struck the rest of the camp, and Jake moved like lightning, his long legs eating up the sand as his right hand pulled his revolver from its holster. Whoever this sniper was, Jake needed the camp alive, to question them on what had happened at the inn. This man was clearly attacking them, perhaps in a foolhardy attempt to surprise the woman who'd been threatening the others with that improvised flamethrower.

Thessir saw Jake coming a little too late, but still managed to swing his weapon up. Jake dove as the man fired again, the shot knocking Thessir backwards into the wagon. Jake felt a few pieces of shrapnel graze his right shoulder, although it didn't penetrate his armor, before he was up again.

The time had cost him however. Thessir dodged back around the wagon, heading back to the group. Jake vaulted over the wagon, chasing after the man but soon skidding to a stop with a light curse.

Pistol out, Jake slowly drew his sword, perusing the situation as the others became aware of him. The woman who had been threatening the others was bleeding badly from a cut on her leg and side, but most of the others only seemed shaken. With a start, Jake recognized several of them from the group he had met in town, including the man wanted by the Wetlanders.

"Well now," Jake said, "this is interesting. This is very interesting indeed."

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The sudden BOOM followed by an equally surprising THUD and WHAM took Dustin both by surprise and off his feet. His ears rang, his vision spun, and the weight of what he discerned to be Skullivan the Wetlander sat atop his back as he struggled to bring himself up to his feet. Dustin quickly shook his head to clear the fog in his mind and rose up as sand ran off his clothing and Skullivan tipped over with an awkward "Oof."

The Kassellander did a quick scan of his surroundings, noting the black hole in the sand, the bodies strewn everywhere, and some weird Cowboy-Ninja with a gun in one hand and sword in the other. He shook his head once more to be sure he wasn't hallucinating. Nope, that was a real Cowboy-Ninja.

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Mirova squinted across the way at Jake, though she still lay by Bohdana's side - bleeding. "My friends don't want what you're selling," She called out to the man. "I'd be on my way if I were you."

Skullivan glanced over at Mirova distrustingly, but compared to Jake she seemed the much less capable threat. "On your way," He repeated to the man...

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"Alright, this situation clearly isn't gonna get better anytime soon..." Uluru frowned as he witnessed the bounty hunter he'd come across in Dol-Duna arriving on the scene. "Yanyan!" He called out as his beast emerged from the ground directly underneath Jake, undermining his balance as it flew upward into the sky before quickly diving back beneath the sands.

Uluru then quickly popped a fresh crystal in each of his gloves, as they charged up with yellow ebergy.

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"Uh, why are you attacking me?" Jake asked, standing back up. "I just want information, you see. About an inn that burned down back in Dol-Duna. A friend of mine died in the fire there, and several people were badly burned. I was told that the persons responsible had traveled this way."

He gestured at Mirova. "But when I caught up to you, I found the group apprehended by this woman. And this man," Jake said, pointing at Thessir, "fired the bullet that caused that explosion."

Jake lowered his hand. "What exactly do you have to hide here?"

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"He fired the bullet?" Uluru questioned, raising an eyebrow at their pale companion. "Maybe so. I didn't see it, however. All I saw as you roll up and attack. But of you're here to talk, let's talk. No more weapons, no more attacking, got it?"

"As for the bar.." Uluru began slowly. "I've heard something about the incident but no substantial details."

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Jake's hands tightened on his weapons for a brief second before he slid his sword home and holstered his pistol.

"Heard... something?" Jake asked, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "What, exactly, did you... hear."

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As Dustin listened to the conversation from where he stood, he couldn't help but look warily at the armored man. He was in search of the culprits of the bar fire, apparently.