CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay's eyes narrowed and he snapped his fingers, sending all three dogs down at the Badlanders. They went after the furthest one, an NPC running off with some canned food. With dead green eyes in the late light, he watched as Atlantis gave an angry bark, and his teeth latched onto the back of the NPC Badlander's thigh. Aruba was next, up on his arm, and Africa was last, a set of razor sharp fangs against the NPC's throat. It was how they hunted large creatures, but Africa would have killed him immeidately.

Looking down at Wolfbite, he called, "Permission to kill?" It was a rather dead sounding question, something Advay didn't often have to ask. Sadly, he apparently knew nothing of the rules here. Next, he told himself, he would send his dogs after Margaux or Dylan, two people he recognized.