[center][h2]Plains of Ire[/h2]
[sub]Inside the Z-ATV[/sub][/center]

Jäger nodded as Haley cupped his shoulder, seeing that she had gained some belief in her team through their time in the Z-ATV. Without trust, there was no team. His metal greaves dragged across the flooring, going from a loud clanking to a soft patter against the not sand. They approached the cliff of no horizon; it was a thirty foot drop at least. Jäger rose a brow upon the order to [i]dig[/i] through the cliff. He said nothing on the matter, however, as he trusted Haley's intelligence and position. Jäger was confident in his own. Following orders, he climbed the Z-ATV with two characters that didn't necessarily rub off on him well. Wary, the monk kept his staff in hand atop the mobile machine. He could be attacked at any angle at this point. 

They were being followed. Not by Z-ATVs, but by beasts, predatory in appearance and nature. Training didn't steel Jäger for the shuddering maws, open, ready to ingest any in its path. It was gothic, but primitive. His ancestor's spine tingled in their sight before regaining his composure and bellowing. [color=6ecff6]"Creatures, on the horizon. They're shrouded by the terrain at ground level, take heed. We'll engage from our position."[/color] With this, two crackling orbs appeared in each of Jäger's hands. With a gentle push, the two orbs floated to positions in front of and on the outside of the approaching herd. From a simple glance, Jäger interpreted that they run on instinct, merely stems pushing flesh. If anything passed between the two orbs, it would serve as an invisible, electric fence and provide a violent shock to anything that attempted to cross.