06-15-2017, 11:27 AM
While Zone E consisted primarily of staggering mountains, the north side composed only foothills, with the scattered remnants of some sort of camp. There was no doubt that the care package would be dropped here, and Dante would be damned if he couldn't get his hands on it. The stakes were ever higher now that Redgrave had made himself a focus, and he intended to put on a good show like he promised.
Jogging over the crests of hills, he navigated through the sullen remnants of the camp. No graves, no signs of life, just the aftermath of a battle, seemingly frozen in time. Despite the weathering, much of the lost equipment and ruined buildings had not eroded away entirely, leaving some aspects of the crime scenes intact. Yet much of the incident that must've ensued was left to interpretation, with no proper indication of who - or what - would do such a thing to this place.
He didn't dwell on it. What counted above all else was that the perpetrator wasn't here anymore.
But someone else definitely was here now. Ducking behind a solid wall of a crumbled cabin, Dante peered around the corner to observe the other person. Black cowl, mask with pointed ears, modern-looking composite armor... oh goodness, was this a vigilante, or just a mentally unstable moron? Hopefully just one or the other and not both, god forbid.
The devil hunter checked everything in his arsenal real quick- gauntlets, handguns, sword, shotgun. He couldn't be sure how much he was need, but better to have everything handy, just in case. Mr. Tall-Dark-&-Brooding was the only Prime that could be seen at the moment, but that didn't account for however many Primes were currently unseen. And chances were that people would be swarming in real fast just for a shot at getting their hands on the prize.
This might just turn into a battle royale, and Dante wasn't sure if he liked the prospect. He didn't quite have the capability to be that much of an opportunist.
Jogging over the crests of hills, he navigated through the sullen remnants of the camp. No graves, no signs of life, just the aftermath of a battle, seemingly frozen in time. Despite the weathering, much of the lost equipment and ruined buildings had not eroded away entirely, leaving some aspects of the crime scenes intact. Yet much of the incident that must've ensued was left to interpretation, with no proper indication of who - or what - would do such a thing to this place.
He didn't dwell on it. What counted above all else was that the perpetrator wasn't here anymore.
But someone else definitely was here now. Ducking behind a solid wall of a crumbled cabin, Dante peered around the corner to observe the other person. Black cowl, mask with pointed ears, modern-looking composite armor... oh goodness, was this a vigilante, or just a mentally unstable moron? Hopefully just one or the other and not both, god forbid.
The devil hunter checked everything in his arsenal real quick- gauntlets, handguns, sword, shotgun. He couldn't be sure how much he was need, but better to have everything handy, just in case. Mr. Tall-Dark-&-Brooding was the only Prime that could be seen at the moment, but that didn't account for however many Primes were currently unseen. And chances were that people would be swarming in real fast just for a shot at getting their hands on the prize.
This might just turn into a battle royale, and Dante wasn't sure if he liked the prospect. He didn't quite have the capability to be that much of an opportunist.
Quote:Moving from E3 to E2. No challenge yet.