He climbed over the rubble, his M16 casually resting in his hand and with only half the rounds remaining.
The smoke of his cigarette mixed with the smoke of his rifle to leave a slight mist trailing around his face, the jawline set with a grimace.
His foot splashed into a puddle of blood, drawing a growl and a quick shake of his boot.
The sun shone through clouds, making an orange glow that stretched across the wastes before him.
He lifted his sunglasses and peered around, looking for signs of life.
A sudden shifting of some loose stones had his gun razing a line of fire, blasting holes through rock and into whatever moved beneath.
With a great flex of his legs he leapt across the ruined ground to the pile of stone, and with a lunge of his arm grabbed whatever lay beneath.
A loud groan echoes across the wastes as he recognized the limp form hanging from his grasp.
"Another damn giant cave spider. I'm really getting tired of all these bastards hanging around."
A sigh escaped his lips as he tossed the corpse over the nearest building and out of sight and strode back to his motorcycle, the fire dancing along it showing it easily among the shadows as the sun set behind his back.
Kicking it into drive, Aqizzar blazed a trail the same colour as the sky above him, the orange of his path mixing with the orange of the heavens.
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