The group of bandits weren't exactly the careful type, loud and rowdy without a consideration from the things or people around them. They were a well known group at one point, feared by innocent and criminal alike. All that was a time when they still had their shining jewel, a young girl with the power to kill from a distance. After losing her the group had to fall back to easier methods of conning and thievery. They picked on the easier targets for cash and other valuables, but had recently gotten a new taste for blood. For a few days they had been terrorizing the frontier, torturing a beast they had never seen the likes of before. At one point they had even tried to poach it, though that encounter hadn't ended very well. The man in charge, a gruff looking man who could have passed for an old time Italian Mafia leader, paced around in circles like he usually did. Many compared him to a lion pacing about his pride, eyes on everything as he strategized his next move. The group had lost a couple of members to the beast, and a few more were injured but the majority of the group went unharmed and passing around a severed ear that served as a trophy. One of the men stood up and stalked over to the pacing leader, eyes wild and ready for the next fight. "When do we leave, what's our next play Dante?" The man asked, following the pacing with his eyes. Dante paused for a moment, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "I've been keeping an ear out for signs of our young friend, and just before our last raid I might have found some information on her current whereabouts." He continued his pacing, though it was more thoughtful than territorial. "You don't mean the child Reaper... Do you? She's grown up now, what makes you think we can beat her if your own brother died the first time. He wasn't exactly weak." Dante sighed and stared at his subordinate with agitation. "Michelangelo... I don't plan to kill her, just beat her into submission until she get's the idea that she will always be one of us. Her hands are just as bloody as mine and I will not let her run away. Once a dog, always a dog. Now leave me be before I decide to leave you for the beasts." Mike nodded and turned away, a shade paler than he had started out. The man he followed was known for his inability to feel compassion, no remorse for the lives he had taken. Mike himself had never seen the girl Dante always spoke about, a young girl by the name of Skylar, who had the power to kill in the most brutal ways. Sitting back down he began to tell his friends of Dante's plans to retrieve Skylar from her hiding spot, an exited murmur passing from bandit to bandit.