Kro reached the field. Standing over the stop where he had last emerged, the scorched ground began to drag him back down. His demonic blood made this easy. He would have to keep that a secret, though.
Later, he arrived. He looked about, and nothing had changed. However, on the floor, was a weapon. He picked it up- a M4A1 assault rifle. Holding it, he smiled, and ventured off to reclaim his stolen property. Anyone who stood in his way would die. This was not a place for mercy.