Gunslingin'

The Midwest Desert is a dangerous place...

Sand lizards: Hulking reptiles, laying torpid in the baking sun until prey of any sort comes within their line of vision.
Giant crabs: Hidden just below the surface of the shifting sands, their eyestalks hidden among the harsh desert grasses.
Spike trees: Thin, leaning trees, dancing in the wind. Also covered in long, thin thorns that act as needles once they strike a animal. Then the tree begins pumping a fast acting paralysis toxin into the victim while sucking out vital fluids, leaving the animal a dessicated husk.

They are only a smattering of what dwells in the Midwest Desert. None of which are considered remotely as deadly as the Fire Clan. Think wild, fire worshiping mad men and women. They are a threat to all life in the desert, of which they lay claim to huge swathes of land that they patrol on jack rabbits, driven and kept happy by the tinkerers of the clan.

Cannibals. Savages. Fire scarred, chaos infused killers. And those are the nice things one could say about them...