[b]There was one man who did not fear the flame, even though he was a normal person. It was an old Ranger of the New California Republic, and veteran of the Dojo's torture. He'd been mangled, scarred, even killed by the place. But this time... He had new purpose. He was looking for two very specific people. Panta Rhei and Irina. He had to make sure they survived this ensuing chaos. They were what kept him going these days, so he had to find them. He was wearing something very generic, brown pants with black boots, and a white shirt with a brown duster. The duster covered the stump that was his left arm, and the pants and boots covered his very weak prosthetic legs. He could only walk with the stand-in prosthetics, and it hurt. But he pressed on, determined to find either of them. He called out their names, over and over again. First Irina's, then Panta's.[/b]