"Well, that calls for action, then." [url=http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/001/314/312/a3f.png]The man[/url] who spoke was rather large, standing a good three inches over he six foot mark. His voice was deep and smooth, so much so that someone tired might fall asleep listening to it. Slowly, he checked his get before heading out. The armor from the cowboy- a suit of steel and ceramic with a rather boxy bulge on the back, wires covered it on every which way. He checked the sub machine gun at his side, as well as tightening the ornate silver forearm guards on his arms. Over the helm lay a brown scarf with two black dots, like a nose of a boar. It was tied down, and fitted between the wires so it would not come out of place. More importantly, the large, double bladed and thigh axe was at his hip. It's handle was too small to be reliably two handed, but too long to simply be a one handed axe. With his gear set- Dale began his trek to find the signal sender, heading deep into the mountains.