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Akira slowly clambered back onto his feet, rejuvenated by the stimpak injected into him by the boy. Flashing a smile, the 6 foot 3 inch tall man stood upright, fully capable of supporting himself now that his wounds were rapidly healing. Listening to the boy thanking him, while offering a space on the back of the bear, Akira nodded his head and hastily accepted the offer when he leaped onto the back of the Yao Guai.

[color=ed1c24]"Think nothing of it. You all seemed like you needed some help, and I'm not one to turn a blind eye to those who seek to free slaves... If that's what you're here for... Killing these raiders is our priority, along with saving as many lives as possible. The names Akira. Akira Fitzgerald, member of the free men, we're no organisation, but... simply put a... collective of people who share similiar ideals... We want to make the wasteland a safer place."[/color]

Akira spoke these words when the Yao Guai bolted toward the north woods, confused at the direction they were going.

[color=ed1c24]"What about the others? You sure they can handle the raiders? Handle saving those slaves?"[/color]