Zone C -- Megacity One

[Dust]

Dust found himself always at arm's length from the fighting in the center. He knew that the safe house was there and that it would be a good place to grab some rest, but the item drop called to him. At the very least if he got something important enough it would keep him in the game.

The wolf in disguise maneuvered the city rather expertly. He ignored the taunting neon signs and the smell of blood that littered the area. But what he could not ignore was the massive aura of power that was starting to prick at his skin. At first, he thought it was just cold rain, but while he was no stranger to taking on large powerful armies, he was a stranger to fear. Even now, he wasn't sure it was fear he was feeling or excitement that shook his core. The wolf inside him wanted to flee and try for easier prey. His mind was burning with warnings that he was entering the territory of a bear, even a family of bears. His heart beat like the rain on the tin onnings of stores he passed up despite what they might have to offer in help or direction. But Dust knew the taste in the air, and while the contractor knew there was danger around the bend and he should flee instead, Gildart's threat enchanted him as something more glorious than fighting a squid-girl in the caverns miles and miles away.

He had never thought of himself as brave or courageous, it was neither an emotion he had been able to experience before nor an act he'd ever taken up. By definition, he was doing so at this moment. The danger he was picking up was very real; the threat was very real; but he in his heart he couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather fall, too. He found the words finally when he saw the red haired human and the dark elf creature in the middle of the streets waiting to snatch up the item when it came: Respect.

As intimidating as these two were, Dust couldn't bring himself to tuck his tail between his legs and run. He boldly and openly approached them. His bare chest wet with the rain, his stance perfect in posture, his pace casual, but his eyes eager to take on the Titans of Dante's Abyss. His eyes met the shorter man's first, then the elf's before he just took them both in. A grin slid across his mouth and he looked as friendly as he did ready, but held his ground while they judged them for themselves. Silence stood between them for a long time, before he finally offered some words of his own. Still with a confident smirk, "So this is why my Flight senses are screaming." There was no quiver of fear in his voice.

Gildarts was hard pressed to remember seeing the man before, the one bold enough to walk up to him and his friend so casually and even admit that he knew better. He turned to face the young pup that has approached them and finally acknowledged Dust with his eyes and words. "And yet, you came anyways." With a voice that had confidence, power, and a hint of nobility to it.

Dust bravely goes from C5 to C6, but does not openly challenge either Gildarts or Illidan as of yet.