FF: The Waiting Kingdom

[rawkhawk64]

Zul'ran had also noticed the gathering of Humans and Zethians. Of course, seeing the Humans was no surprise, as this was their capital. The Zethians, though, now that was another story. Zul'ran silently groaned as Draenae asked what they should do. Now she was asking him for advice! He subtly shook his head. "Well, we keep them as far away as possible... I don't know about Blue Mages, but us Black Mages can't take direct hits to save our lives. I could sponge magic attacks all day, but I can't do much in direct combat. As far as fighting back, if you have any tricks up your sleeve, use 'em. If not, try to stay as far away as possible. Me, I'm going to support from a distance until I run out of magic." Zul'ran managed to keep his feelings of fear hidden under control. He then decided to voice a question out loud. "Why are there so many Zethian guards? Is there some kind of Zethian delegation or royalty meeting here?" Zul'ran sighed. That question may have to wait to be answered.

[LonelyWanderer]

Sothe watched as Seven unfurled his whip and lashed it out, he also noticed as the guards ran off to do their own things. Sothe was acutely aware of everything that was going on around him and he would not let anything surprise him. Although he was a little stunned that the few that had followed him had just decided to stop and watch. He thought they’d help him out, guess not. “Okay Seven I’ll let you see my ultimate move you heap of ju-”. But Sothe was interrupted by not just the two guards from before but a rather large amount of guards surrounding not only Sothe, but Seven and the others as well. “Hey what the hell’s the big deal?!” Sothe said yelling at the guards who were too close for comfort. Three of them charged him and the first managed to get his sword out of his hands. Sothe smacked him across the face with his foot for that, but he was tackled by two more that came from behind him. He couldn’t quite see what the others were doing or if the guards were being as nice to them as they were to Sothe, but one thing was for sure this wouldn’t end well.

Miciah feared the worst once she saw the guards, there were a few possibilities she at first thought racism, after all there were about five different races present. But there were way too many guards for just simple discrimination. She then realized she had no clue what the laws on fighting in the streets was here and felt herself start to panic, just like when she was in war. A few guards charged her but she jumped over them and began to ran, but one guard managed to throw a spear and pierce her wing, she collapsed and found herself blacking out as three or four guards surrounded her and closed in, she tried to cast heal on herself but it was too late she could already feel her consciousness slipping from her grasp as she closed her eyes.

[RedXTroubadour]

The guards swarmed in quickly, rushing in all directions as they attempted to tackle and arrest the surrounding audience that had formed around the battlefield of the Beast Tamer and Samurai. They were even intervening in the battle itself as they tackled the human to the ground and spread out further from there, seemingly intent on taking them all down and bringing them in to whatever higher power ordered the guards into motion in the first place. They had weapons drawn, chains at the ready, all seeming incredibly agitated and doing their job as effectively as possible...

Yet, the entire time, 7 stood completely still as the guards rushed in around him, attempting to figure out what was going on. He was just about the hit Sothe with his whip when the young adult dodged quickly, said something about some ultimate attack and was ultimately detained by the royal guards from the palace. This was rather confusing to the Zethian who quickly returned his whip to the slot in his wrist. Normally, it was taboo for others to interfere with the objective of the slave driver, but apparently, something must have been serious.

A guard grabbed at 7’s wrists from behind suddenly, and, out of instinct, he flipped the human over his head and onto the ground. A grunt of pain was heard when the guard connected with the stone street. Now he knew that something definitely was up. Another guard approached him, but this time, 7 took a step back and stared the guard in the eyes.

“Enough,” 7 said loudly. “I will comply with the orders of His Majesty.” With that said, he took a final look around him at the other beings that were being taken down, watching as the samurai was pulled into a position where it would be difficult to escape, and the others were in the process of being taken down. Though 7 did not necessarily approve of what the guards were doing, or why they would even attempt to arrest one of their own, 7 let two of them walk behind him as he began his march towards the gates. He had learned over a long period of time that if there was an issue with the machine, it was better to solve it at the source instead of attempting to fix all of the individual mechanisms. So, as it seemed like the guards were ordered to, 7 walked towards the gates while he quickly compiled a list of questions for His Majesty.

[Sechresse]

All hell was breaking lose. The actions of the guards suggested that this was no mere peacekeeping assignment. Something was amiss and the situation was becoming increasingly bleak with each passing moment. Noel's first thought was to run. There was a small gap between a group of human guards that might afford her only chance of escape. Despite the chaos erupting around her, the Luceten tried to keep her head level. "Think things out. Reason. Don't give into the nerves. Focus." Noel calmed herself with her thoughts. This was something she could handle. She quickly devised a plan in her head. She would rush towards the group of human guards in front of her, being sure to make eye contact with the weak looking one on the right. Taking on all three opponents would be difficult, but if she managed to intimidate them then escape could be in her reach. She was about to enact her plan with as much courage she could muster when Miciah fell out of the sky with a spear in her wing. "This changes things."

Noel knew that these guards had no doubt in their minds about harming the group. Getting injured would decimate any remaining chance to abscond. Her best hope would be to bide her time for an opportunity to make a clean getaway. Rushing had never proved to be a prudent action at any point during her journey. Any dangerous situation could be strategized around. She had to wait and develop a new method to escape.

Human and Zethian guards moved on her position. Noel raised her hands in surrender. She had no qualms with giving herself in, and remained calm and collected. The Humans relaxed a bit, no longer seeing her as a threat. Bingo. Being sure to remain motionless until the Humans drew closer, Noel steeled herself for an attack. Moments before she would reach for her daggers, a Zethian guard stepped closely behind her and raised the blunt of his spear.

"You don't take any chances do you?" Noel said with a smirk. She braced herself. The guard struck her in the back of the head, knocking her unconscious.