He slowly walked out of the shadows behind Tari, a sniper beam rifle strapped over his right shoulder and his buster sword sheathed on his back, the knotted sheath not holding up too well. "Hey.." He said, he was busted up. His lip was bleeding, a long scar adorned his right eyebrow to the bottom of his right ear, his forehead was bleeding, his clothes were torn and dirty. His right arm was beat red with two scorch marks down it and his left leg had a scorch mark on it.
His leather jacket had been ripped and torn, but he was still in one piece. "He's heading north, so we have to.. not go where they are.. because.. well.. even I couldn't do what I wanted..Even if she tried to kill us.."