Sand, Sand, Oh LOOK! More sand..... (open)

Where Chris had usually taken to wearing as few clothes as possible, he had never trekked through desert, so he had no intentions of going un-prepared. He was wanted in the province, but having very little infamy here, he had only to make sure not to bring attention to himself. He traveled across the desert in tan colored robes, made of cotton so as to breathe well, as well as a cotton wrap around his head to hide his face and head from the heat. It made it so that no-one could recognize him without taking it off, but it kept him cool also, so he was all for it.

He had no real location to head to, but he didn't need one. No-one had any idea where he was going, what he was doing, or his drive to do anything he had or is doing. In all truth, he had no plan, he had no reason and he had no destination, he was going where the land took him, which was usually devoid of any bounty hunters or military personnel.

He continued walking, his usual thoughts rushing through his brain like a supercomputer, not even thinking about his footsteps or how much longer he would be walking before he chose to settle down for the night. Not thinking about what he would o if a bounty hunter somehow caught a lead on him, or if a dune worm came swarming out of the sand. Other things like, what he would do when he got to wherever he was going, why he did the things he did in the past, and what was in hold for him in the future. Those where the things that he thought about, and they worried him.

She had been watching from a very far distance. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere, which made it all the better. She only wanted to visit him one last time. But, she had decided to send Porthos, her dread steed to welcome him first.

A neigh could be heard through the wind and the sand of the barren desert, it was a sound that could frighten even the most brave of men, it was a hollow, empty, and lonely sound. Soon the white horse came up upon a large mound of sand, just near Chris. The side that would be visable to Chris would be the one that he had taken large chunks of the horses body from. Porthos' red eyes narrowed at the wicked who had taken his life from not only him, but his mistress as well.

Jeni waited a few moments before walking up to her horse. Her back turned to Chris, she didn't look similar to what she had before so until Chris got close, there would be little chance that he would regonize her from far off. she patted her horse, him nuzzling her gently with his massive nose. "There you are you naughty boy." She said smiling to her horse and caressing him gently.

Chris gave a slight nod the horse and the woman before continuing to walk. He looked over his shoulder once more before noticing once more who the woman was. He should have guessed it, few people wander these wastes alone, and them being vast, few ever coincidentally meet. He stands there a minute, giving thought to the series of events that she may have went through up until now.

He takes the bag off his shoulder, grabbing a small red ruby out of it, and tossing it to the ground. "Take it, and leave me be." Chris stepped back a few paces before stopping and taking a drink from his canteen. He was waiting to see her reaction, that was always his favorite part. Analyzing peoples interests, what meant more to them, did they sell out, or stay true to their ambitions. He wasn't expecting to fight on his travels, so he had left himself from concentrating his past, he wouldn't have nearly as much power as he usually did.

Chris took to watching her go about her business and debating what his next move would be if she refused his offer. He looked around at the desert, no-one around to see what ensued, no soldiers to intervene. It would be a straight out battle, and he wasn't prepared.

Jeni looked down at the red ruby. She only smirked. This man. Did he really think he could just buy her? She was not some cheap nickle whore. She turned and looked at Chris. Porthos snorted and charged down the hill at Chris, and just as he reached Chris, he dove into the ground causing a cloud of dust to rise. As soon as the dust cloud had settled Jeni was there, only a couple feet away from Chris. Her black and green eyes watched him. "Do you really think I would accept such an offensive trinkit?" She said stepping towards him. She walked around him like a predator.

"I informed you, I was only there to watch you. Only to observe, and you did something so vile, I don't know how the gods or the dark mother will ever pass judgement on you." She said curling up one side of her upper lip in disgust. She stopped infront of him. She took a fighting stance. "Now, let it begin."

Chris sighed, looking up in the sky and then back down to Jeni. "You want to fight because of your damned horse... Fine with me." His figure disappeared in a wave of black and red petals, appearing a mere 3 feet behind jeni. His hand, now a large black claw, sweep-ed at her head. The ends of the claw glowing red from chaos energy, if it were to make contact it would rot the flesh it contacted.

"We will see who is the better match for these dark energy's, you who crawled, near death, to its door. Or me, who has spent many years mastering it!" His hand suddenly sped up, becoming like a blur, leaving its own chost images behind it.

Her damned horse. She could only chuckle as he made this comment and then swung something at her with chaos energy. It would rot her flesh...if it could come in contact with her. She allowed the claw to make contact, but not with her body. With the hard ice that covered her armor that covered her body. She lept away and drew her sword. Though it was still in it's bow form.

"You have issues...serious issues. Tell me. Did daddy not get you what you wanted for your birthday?" She asked putting on a pouty face and then laughing. She peered at her foe and tilted her head to the side. "Tell me, why do you hate everyone so?" She asked. She was truely interested in others phsycie. She liked to know how others viewed their friends (if they had any) and certainly their enemies.

If this was a movie, this would be the scene where all the watcher sees is a giant desert, with the air looking like a bunch of wavy lines all waving in the air and stuff, with a bright ass sun burning down on the sand. Off in the distance you would see some guy, usually an anti hero bad ass of some sort, I mean after all who else would really be out in the middle of the world's hottest desert, for seemingly no good reason. And riding a dune buggy at that. Adimus had his goggles on to block out the sun and the dust, with his shield and sword in the passenger seat and a scarf tired around his neck and shoulders as to not be violently baked under the sun, he was rushing to find the walker from the Dread Skulls (which he thought was quite the exception and was impressed by it, since she was made by necromancy) who had ran off ahead of everyone in pursuit of an extremely dangerous criminal who had escaped with the chaos of the prison in Armetisia being destroyed by Aegis. Adi and his crew did what they could but there were still people that had escaped, and on the top of that list was Chris Jenova.

Adi was sent on assignment to work with an old acquaintance of his who had recently gone through a rather dramatic transformation and decided she would be enough to take on someone who had killed seven lower ranking walkers during his escape. "Still as hard headed as ever Jen." Adi said to himself as sped through the desert. Suddenly a small clash of energy of kind could be seen off the in distance, and Adi's intuition told him that's where he needed to go. Shifting gears and turning to face the path he needed to follow, Adi stopped the vehicle on top of a hill and peered down onto the site. From there he could see Jeni in combat with someone, and upon closer inspection, found it to be their target. "Son of a bitch." He said under his breath, as he walked back to the buggy and equipped his sword and shield, and armed himself with the second pistol Lou had made for him. "Really wish you guys were here...." He said solemnly, "But hey, you guys got lives too. A mercenary group and an advanced arms dealership for Armetisia are always useful." Adi said before taking a runners stance in the sand. With a mental flick of the wrist, Adi's super mode activated, and with blinding speed charged right down into the dune valley, ready to fight alongside of Jeni.

Jason noticed out of the corner of his vision, a small blur speed down the side of the dunes. Even when he was in the desert he was under close watch apparently. This fact could wait until later, he needed to deal with the matter at hand. He heard the woman's comment on what she thought she knew. Jason could really care less what other think of him, but if she wanted to throw insults around, all the better for her to make a mistake.

He then turned back the fight, cracking his neck a bit he made a side comment to the woman. "No, no he didn't, he gave me this here hand. Thanks for asking thought." Jason had, as he was commenting to her, taken a few steps closer to her, suddenly his image ghosted behind him, as his physical existence leaped forward like a monster from a 3D film. His hand lurched forward, the tips glowing red hot, they would melt right trough the ice, and possibly through the armour. He had aimed to rip a piece from the armour, thus rendering a weak point.