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

Jäger looked to Dan with eyebrows arched downward and mouth in a frown. He couldn't determine why the diver was supporting the creatures, or at least appeared to do so. He ignored him for now and flicked his gauntlets forward with a clink, sending the two orbs forward so as to paralyze the remaining, jittering lizzies. Jäger was never one to turn his back on an opponent, but he awaited the assured victory as the two crackling, blue orbs to incapacitate the desert lizards.

The Z-ATV shook. Not with the power of magic, but the power of nature. Jäger’s heartbeat increased, the pulses of mana running through his body traveling in sync with the blue tattoo etched onto his body. The glowing mana bounced sporadically, a biological heart monitor.  The monk’s gaze remained stone in its resolution. He remained watching the creatures scurry about. They reminded him of the farms in Saiga, where hens would scatter when a fox was about. 

[color=6ecff6]“If you value your safety, I suggest you assist me, or remove yourself from the area,”[/color] Jäger said, after some considerate pause. He shook his arm so as to remove Dan. Turning about, he walked to the edge of the Z-ATV roof, kneeling with the sound of metal scraping metal. [color=6ecff6]“We hold it here. We do not run. We can not run,”[/color] Jäger said. The creature was likely too large and too swift for the Z-ATV to escape from, despite its top speed. There was a sense of pride to those words, though. If he believed they could run, it would be a sign of weakness to back down from this challenge that Kho had put in front of him. If he were to defeat it, he would grow stronger. If not, so was the will of Kho in his end. 

His brain, his heart, his muscles screamed fear. A silent force shook Jäger from the inside, tightening his chest, heaving his chest quicker than before. He took shallow, infinite breaths. And yet he stood, on top of a gigantic terrestrial vessel, made of metal. Jäger felt to one knee once again, this time facing the scattering lizzies. He held his staff to his side, base touching the Z-ATV. One gauntlet was face-down, palm flayed and touching the metal of the roof. The air began to crackle about him, and currents of electricity came to life around his body. His body became a coil to the lightning, running to and from the metal plain of the roof. He continued to pour energy out of his body, charging, waiting to strike. Teeth grit so tightly they might crack bone.