[center][b]Western Watch Tower.[/b]
Aëyr, selkie.
Abida, elf.
Gustavo, myster.[/center]
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With a grunt of pain, Aëyr pushes herself off the ground, a hand placed precariously on her aching side. That kick hurt more than she would expect from an otherwise distracted guardian, but she'd gotten used to worse attacks. There was likely going to be some new bruising adorning her leathery skin, but definitely no broken ribs or damaged internal organs.

Thankfully, there didn't seem to be any more fighting needed. Gustavo having been knocked aside, her companions had managed to take hold of the young girl, seemingly without harming her. [i]Good. There need be no more bloodshed.[/i] It would suit Aëyr just fine to maintain the relative pacifism of her nature. There is little to be gained from killing those willing to be detained. And when faced with death, who [i]wouldn't[/i] prefer containment?

[i]Eü—[/i]

[i]No. Now is not the time.[/i]

Looking over at her fallen companions as she rose to her feet, she saw that both the drow and human were being tended to by one of the villagers. Likely with far more skill than Aëyr could ever hope to achieve.

Looking over at Abida, she stepped forward and held out her hand to Gustavo in order to help him to his own feet.

As he stood, Abida levelled her sword at his chest. "Search him for more daggers," she said to Aeyr before addressing Gustavo. "Once we are sure that you are unarmed, we will accept your surrender."

Gustavo smacks the sword down quickly, taking a step back in the same motion, then hissing out quickly. "Your enemy will not be so patient with mistakes. Never level your sword to my chest unless I am on the ground. To my neck." He demonstrates by pulling out a dagger and pressing it to his own neck, indicating where she should put it. "Far more... Effective." He tosses the dagger into the dirt before him, then repeats this with an impressive seven more daggers hidden on his person. His hood continued to obscure his face, notable enough. "Now... Do you accept my surrender?"

After a moment's hesitation, Abida sheathed her sword and looked pointedly towards Gustavo's young charge. "Yes," she said. "I think you'll stay compliant." With a nod to Aeyr, the elf began to move off towards the town proper. "Keep an eye on him," she said over her shoulder, "and more importantly the small girl."

Impressed by the assertiveness of the two Aëyr was now bound to, she silently watched Abida stride away before turning to her own charge. She couldn't decide whether she could trust this man. He seemed willing enough to surrender, but at the same time, he had just tried to kill a lot of people. Did he even have a plan for escaping the bomb? she wondered. Did he intend to leave before it went off?

Foolish as it may be, she felt as though this man was willing to sacrifice himself, if not for the mission, than for the girl.

This could either make him an easy ally or a dangerous captive. She desperately hoped for the former, as much for their sake as his.

"I am Aëyr, and I have no intention of doing you harm." Her raw black eyes gazed placidly into his. "I swear to—" She hesitated for a moment, thinking things through. "—to honour your surrender on my own behalf and that of my fellows." She motioned over to the sprite and girl. "Shall we gather them? It might be wise to follow Abida and regroup, so that we may discuss your position."

"Indeed." Gustavo states, having nothing more to add to the situation. It seemed he was the type to stay quiet, unless she had any further questions for him.

Keeping an eye on him, Aëyr set about collecting them from the dirt and tying them—along with her sling—into her belt. She then led Gustavo over to where Draza and the young girl had run off to. "I would like to check up on the wounded, but we should quickly meet up with the others. There may yet be more to do." With a pique of curiosity, having been too preoccupied with her own affairs to notice, she looked over towards their mechanically inclined friend. "What's she trying to do?"