[Black Dragon]

Snek sighed, thinking about how cool the night had suddenly become. By now, he had slowed to a decent walking pace and was finding it a bit difficult to keep his eyes open: after all, he hadn't gotten sleep in more than 24 hours. He pulled his mask off of his face once more, putting it in it's holder that was on top of that of his gun. Casually, he reached up with his left hand, placing it on the butt of the shotgun which stuck out just above his left shoulder. It was a very quiet night... too quiet in fact. Feeling his head droop again, Snek shook himself once and continued on.
It wasn't long afterward that a low buzzing reached his ears. Soon, the buzzing turned into a low roar... and then progressed into a loud one. Glancing behind him, his eyes widened as a lone go-kart-type vehicle approached him at an alarming rate. Summoning all of his energy, the Slig leapt off to the side of the road and rolled, just in time to avoid becoming roadkill. Landing on his back, Snek coughed thrice and pulled his face mask over his eyes once more to protect him from the massive clouds of dust before him. He opened his eyes, only to find that the kart had stopped and it's driver was now leaning over it.
Musta died... it deserved it.
Snek got to his feet, a scowl crossing his face as he felt his short fuse incinerate.
"You there! What the f*** do you think yer doin'?! Ya coulda killed me! Yer lucky all yer did was scare the living sh*t outta me!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, waving a white fist which was now blue in the night's light. All of his ammo, armor, and added gadgets seemed to be lighter than ever as anger fueled his body.