Lorenzo Remei
If he had eyes and eyelids, he would have opened them wide as the tree fell to stop his tracks. Clever, but futile! It would take more than an entire forest to stop a true pirate, and a burning one at that.
"Too slow, too slow!!" He yelled, flipping over the tree fabulously with the fabulous agility and grace of a cat. With another stomp, the fire behind him erupted like a burst, pushing him forward to give him a boost of speed like a rocket. The trail grew larger and hotter, the grass and wildlife behind him ended up scorched and incinerated. Before long, he had reached them and was now just keeping up with them.
The forest also began to catch fire. Dragging a burning skeleton in a place with a lot of trees isn't a very good idea, one would learn.
Vanguard
After a while of travelling, the three had managed to explore some corners of town. It wasn't very eventful, but there were some nearby food vendors. Feeling rather kind, he had bought ice cream for all three, it was only natural for people to bond through a shared meal.
They were crossing an area littered with graffiti and somewhat unsavory figures, but there was something impressive about the metal grids and watchtowers, probably armed with snipers. If anything, he had to commend whoever was responsible for the architecture. It was quite endearingly naive, to hide behind walls and towers. He knew better than anyone that a city shielded by walls is a city trapped by them.
Suddenly, they found themselves before a metal gate, a sorry looking thing built from garbage, scraps and debris. It looked large, and probably imposing, but modern art did not make a very sturdy defense. Not against him, at least.
Guarding it were two men armed with machine guns, wearing what could only be described as a mish-mash of used military uniforms and armor stitched together.
"Hold it, this is gun runners territory. Pay the toll or get the fuck out."
Vanguard sighed. It seemed like this entire place was nothing but trouble, and not the one worth fighting over. But he was curious to see how they'd react, more importantly how she'd react. He smiled kindly and lowered his head, bowing out of politeness.
"My, my. We are just passing around. If there is any business, it is with milady here."
The two guards frowned and glanced at each other. One of them, perhaps out of blind bravery, foolishness or curiosity, stepped forward and walked towards Meti.
"Hey, bacon tits. Got any business here?" He snapped, holding his drawn gun as if it was supposed to intimidate her. To him, it sounded more like he was the one intimidated, cowering behind his weapon as if it was a wall that would keep him safe.
