He removed his hands and sat up, keeping the bike steady, as he used the Hip turning base system in the bike to move about. The three wheels in the front shifted as he activated the storage system, a pair of metal like grips shot forward. And Moartea took hold of his Windrunner Sniper Rifle and looked down the sights, and took aim at a target he had set up earlier in the night. The sound of the bullet coming out of the barrel flew through he air, as he pulled back the hammer system letting a shell fly out, he quickly leaned in and placed his hands on the handle as he nearly fell as he was still getting use to the bikes hip base system. He placed his sniper back in the storage holder, that was located in the wheel axle frame and hit the brakes.
And looked up, as he saw he missed the target, sitting upon a large rock pillon, with a growl, he pulled out his twin revolvers and shot the target, hitting it and shattering the clay disk he had up there. Placing the twin revolvers back upon his sides and turning Fenrir off, with the crystal poppin out, and he placed it on a belt like chassis storage device on his belt. He kicked up the kickstand on his bike and stepped off, removing the goggles, and letting his jet black hair fall out of the pins he had them held up in. The wind smacking his face, and making his hair flutter, he looked about, his Slate grey eyes scanning the area, the red clay like sand and dirt was nice. He was glad he came here, was going to go over seas to another place to do this. But when he found out about the Mysterious Canyons, he immediately took his bike and road out to here to get a handle of Fenrir. As the sun now coming over the rise, he smiled as he warmness he was feeling was soothing and made him think about home.