ZAIDE

 "An' tha's Kiandros mann'rs for ya!" the male roared as he emptied the second batch of electropulse cartridges into what was supposed to be the fleshy remains of the mutant's delicates, tearing off some strips of its rash-covered meat with the power of his bullets. "Tha's right! Ya ugly ass goin' meet ya maker soon-.." Zaide was about to finish his makeshift roast when the babe screeched that it was high time to move out, or at least, for them. Right, well, she sure as hell was hot, but that didn't mean he was gonna drool on her feet and follow her blindly!"Hell no, darlin', I ain't goin' nowhere! Ya take this wank'rs out 'n I'll take care of this and-.. hey!"Once again interrupted by the overload of action happening around him, he was, luckily enough, quick to notice that Dyzira had turned heels on the scene and apparently left their malformed friend a gift: a small metal package filled to the brim with explosive shit and whatnot, and the ultimate signal that said he was to get the hell outta there. He snorted, bared his teeth and after firing some last shots at the creature's gory muzzle, he too bolted after the company. Three feet, four feet, and there it was! Just in time Zaide managed to take a risky left and ultimately dodged the screaming lights and the searing hotness of the explosion, as well as the bloody shower that came with it. His ears rang like crazy, and the blast had punched some cracks in the walls, made dust rain down his head.. but at least he was still up and kicking. Could the same be said about his mates?

Never letting his finger slip away from the trigger once, the dark-furred Kiandros met up with his team down the hallway, and just in time; big momma was giving them all one hell of a lecture. A smirk appeared on Zaide's snarky lips, and he casually put away his gun. He was about to say something as well when another order was thrown at him, and one that he wasn't objected to following. Getting the weep outta their sight was probably the only smart thing any of them would do on that one lousy day. "Ey, Empire-qual'ty wa'hfare, what'd ya expect, hon?"he commented before giving his half-brother a pat on the back and proceeding in tending to this awkward gray dude. "N' sure, jus' don' think ya gonna be bossin' us 'round for th' 'hole trip, k'ay? I ain't no one's pet dog, 'n it ain't my problem 'tis wankers can't fight f' shit.." At the moment, he didn't contribute much to the simple task of bringing the muted male somewhere safe, but he really felt like he was to point that out. The reason why he was here was ridiculous, especially because the citizen, who were not as eager to befriend the Darkwolves as the Federation was. "Easy, Vincent, the balcony is just up ahead, we can call in some reinforcements there."A few more moments. Zaide wanted this babe here to understand what he was saying."Clear? Good, now patch'p our Bigwig.."