I'm a tough nut to crack.

Mulling over the other’s few words he decides to leave it be. Asking if the Immortan knew of the man being down here would be of no use. There were way too many people to keep track of around here. Arcade looked too healthy and well kept to be a wretched, so he guessed it should be fine.

‘’M Nux.’ he introduces himself instead, not closing the distance between them.

Questions would’ve probably been understandable enough in the long run. Arcade was still virtually a stranger amongst these people, an outsider, and while he didn’t want for it to change considering a death cult really was rather low on his list of things he was interested in he knew what rights he had were utterly devalued here. Perhaps unsurprisingly enough given the nature of the wasteland.

However this one… this one did not invade back into his personal space even after the minor enough collision. Curiosity burned his the blond man’s gaze, considerate and weighty, for a moment before he finally answered back. “I’m Arcade.”

His eyes flit over to the bloodshed, still trying to place the other. He still had hair. And clothes. So he probably wasn't a war boy, imperator, nor wretched. That'd only leave two options as far as Nux knew.

“ C’mon, O shiny driver! Where’s your fire?”

@completely-nux

Another quarrel with His Most Beloved, His Splendid One, led the Immortan on a solo ride. Typically, trusted Imperators would be keeping a careful eye on His journey, but seemingly none had noticed His departure - stalking straight to His private garage from the Vault. That was just fine, if anything happened the imposing God could hold His own.

And of course something DID happen, and perhaps His age did slow Him now. These bitter thoughts plagued His aching mind, a welcome distraction from the unforgiving Wastes Sun scorching down. A trio of Rock Riders - far from their territory - had closed in on the imposing Gigahorse seemingly out of nowhere. Did they know who it was that drove this elegant death machine? Foolhardy, but a welcome challenge. A sharp jerk to the left, and then whipping back to the right easily dispatched two of the weak riders and their pitiful bikes. The last one Joe decided to end with a bullet - but not before the degenerate launched a grenade atop the Gigahorse.

Upon approach worry grows in his chest faster than any sickness ever could as he lays eyes on whatever is left of the majestic giga horse. Hastily getting out of his own car the driver nearly trips over his own feet, falling to his knees in the sand next to their god.

'Immortan!' He addresses Him, clearly quite panicked as he does not dare to touch him all that much. First he settles for unlooping the thin piece of cable keeping a water canteen attached to one of his belts.