The Wolf looked at Kalio and spoke.
"Be quick, put your tongue in your mouth or ill rip it out... i've much more to do and discussion time is wearing thin."

He was eager to get moving, he was tired of all this political talk. He needed to make way for the Empire's capitol city. Orders were to be given to him soon and if he missed his deadline, there is no telling what may happen to him.
@magnato

The girl sighed

"Let me make it clear then, I'm leaving the empire for a while, it got too stressful and I have to research. What I want to make clear is that I mean no harm to the rebels. This is all."

The Wolf stood up now, sword by his side.
"I am sworn to assassinate enemies of the Empire, you may not technically be an enemy, but leaving the Empire for a while does not make it any more acceptable to do so. I figured from our first encounter, something was off about you. I would like nothing more but to rend your flesh from bone, bitch."

He paused after chuckling.

"However, killing you would not be wise, I figured, since your family is prestigious within The Empire, I should not make a move, as well as I am simply an assassin, you're much more politically, economically... Will they believe a heartless murderer? Perhaps not"

He rose his head, birds flying over through the treetops, the wind blew harder now than before.

"I must be off"

He turned his back and shot up into the air, jumping from tree to tree with lightning speed and accuracy. Where he goes, he only knows.

Rammus got puzzled on the situation where the armored guy retreated. And the lady quitting for a while...? "Sooo... you quitted from the Empire and wanted to explore this place... By any chance, Are you heading to Payon Village? Its the nearest village from this place, other than the number of village ruins." Rammus disclosed that village info, 'cause the area is pretty much common knowledge, and if the Empire wanted to invade, that would be the area which would be targetted even if he didn't tell the empire men about it.
@Magnato

"Sooo what about you? umm... short boy? I'm Rammus, can't get the current situation to be honest O_O" He whispered to Irita.

@zatoshi

Fleet-footed could be used to describe the mannerisms and pace of the runner. Feet never seeming to quite touch the ground, this person seemed to move with the very speed of the wind itself, navigating from tree to stone with an uncanny ease. The dark tones and shades of their clothing seemed to merge with the foliage and underbrush of the woods itself, its fabric of many varying tones created just for that purpose.

The body was slight, and from the height alone one could have mistaken the runner for a child. What would a child be doing patrolling the Eastern woods, the gods only knew. The insignia of the Scout Honoria of the Empire was distinguishable on the forearm, a silver plate mounted on a leather strip that was tied in a manner that would compel it to stay. The face was all but invisible under the shadow of a cowl. For all her discreet proceedings, however, Atticus knew that there could only be one reason for the dispatch of the entire unit. Things had been hostile lately, and not just in traditional sense. War was impending. There was always war. But it was a stirring of rebellion and treason that began to shake the guard at its roots.

Her orders had been simple. No one was getting in. No one was getting out.

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@Resentment Fray The Wolf had retreated, typically such a thought would never cross his mind. However this was something that needed to be done. A simple assassin's word would not stand up to a noble girl. Still, he must go to the Empire. Perhaps warn them of the situation, shed light on a traitor.

As he still runs through the treetops, lightning fast. Someone... Or perhaps some-THING was nearby. Out of the corner of his helmet, he noticed a nigh invisible figure moving as he did. Almost flying, outmatched by their speed, he caught a glimpse of an Empire badge. Perhaps another assassin? Or a scout, the latter more likely. The surrounding area is a dangerous one, but not just that, a grave for any in the Imperial's path.

He continued on his way, perhaps the figure didn't spot him.

Irita had watched the scene as it folded out, prepared from a sudden attack by the armored man. Luckily he didn't attack and instead he retreated. It he were o attack at that moment he would've been killed immediately after all. There was at least two people with combat experience and at least one of them knew magic and was prepared for an attack. Suddenly the sligtly older boy whispered to him. His comment made Irita kick him in the gut with quite a lot of force. "Don't call me short! I'm Irita." he said coldly. He had a complex about his height and didn't like being called short. He took a step away from him and sighed. "I'm just on a journey to find a new place to call home..." he told him.
@NoobCW

"Yup, I was aiming to reach Payon, but going near that city with imperial clothing would be way too dangerous so first I wanted to stop by in a village, explain my situation as a fugitive and maybe get a new pair of clothing"

She hopped the fact she had bleached her hair white would stop the officers from linking the traitor with her.

"Speaking of which, could you help me with that?"
She said, referring to the clothing

"Hah~" Rammus smirked a bit after he got hit on the guts, looks like he ticked off from Rammus' sarcastic statement. "Going to try another shot on learning magic when I reach there, not sure why, but I'm very untalented in magic, or so the Payon elders tell me >_> , well, since you're not heading anywhere specific feel free to tag us along, Irita~"
@Zatoshi

He turned to the former empire girl and stated,"Well, the nearest functioning village or what you call 'city' is Payon, but the village ruins over there, which I've been living for a while, has some clothes in the drawer, once you're done, we're off to Payon, I don't feel peaceful with Empire scouts lurking my area X_X"
@magnato

"Fine, I will get some clothes and be back in a skip"

She was being quite literal, a few minutes into the ruins and she came back dressed in a simple tunic and a hairstyle more fit for the land of Krrstria.

"Well, this should helpfully keep me from getting murdered by rebels, or so I do hope" She then overheard his comment about magic with a friend "Oh, see, I know magic, a bit, my family became noble because of this but it isn't truly impressive" she found a more muddy part of the ground and controlled it, it was no sand so she couldn't make glass but she knew that she could burn clay with the same principle so soon she formed a little vase on her hands "See? If you have any difficulties I can help"

He looked at the girl as she made the vase. He wasn't going to tell them that he knew magic too since he ddin't trust them completely. "Well, I guess I could join you. But only on the condition that you stop talking down to me." he said, sounding very serious. He could burn Rammus to a crisp if he felt like it.

"Alrite alrite, sorry about offending ya just now >_>" Rammus apologized to Irita, now that the scary armor guy is out to nowhere, he can be more honest towards them.

"I get the theory concepts, but the problem's with my affinity~" Rammus stated, as he continued,"My affinity's Chaos, and it wouldn't really blend well with Magic, which is something like controlling essences if I didn't forget, Chaos & Control don't mix well, you know~" He walked off towards Payon, knowing that doing something like learning magic naturally is pretty much impossible for him, he wasn't born for it.

The treetop village of Payon was a treetop village that was still undestroyed by the Empire, still, the place was backed by the Rebels due to the significance of the location. "Its you Rammus," The guard stated as he called for the village to summon the mayor, "Apologies for the fuzz here, but there's an urgent matter in the village."

"Greetings, we've encountered a few Empire spies this morning, from their looks, I don't see any good intentions from them. Seems highly likely that the Empire's making their move." The mayor was a middle-aged old man, with white mustaches & beard, along with a cane to support him, "So, any of you willing to help us out? To be frank, the rebels are unfortunately away right now..." He asked Rammus & his friends who tagged along~

"Tsh... just arrived here and I thought I would be free from Empire's grasp, but I'm in ~" Rammus stated.

Irita didn't forgive Rammus just yet and continued pouting while following him to Payon. Due to having a bad affinit would mean that he would have a hard time learning it, but it wasn't impossible. As soon as they reached the village, they met the mayor. "I don't have anything better to do, so I might as well help." he told them.

Jacque's brow quirked as he watched the people ahead of him pull out umbrellas of all things. The bounty hunter looked up at the sky, and, upon seeing no signs of rain, found himself utterly baffled by the action. The sky was clear, and the forest provided more than enough shade in the form of the countless leaves and branches that intertwined in the canopy.

He allowed himself to entertain his feelings of bewilderment for a little bit before he eventually decided that dwelling on the matter would just be a waste of valuable time. Jacque didn't particularly care whether or not his bounty died, after all, the amount of money he received would still be the same so long as the thief's identity could be verified. What he did care about was the fact that he'd be lugging a corpse around if the thief did indeed slip away on his watch, and that wasn't exactly something he enjoyed having to do, if not because of the onset of rigor mortis, than for the simple fact that the body tended to void itself shortly after death. "Jesus people, speed it along already, i've got places to go." Jacque muttered somewhat balefully as he continued to creep behind the duo at a snail's pace.

The area around sudden started raining, starting straight from a downpour. And strangely, it was just raining in a small area, around the range of Jacque's gun. "Guns doesn't work well under the rain, I believe," Atticus said, facing towards the direction of Jacque which the young girl pointed towards. "Just someone from the Empire, surveying the area, pretty impressed that you got that close, you would probably reach me if it weren't for her sense of smell~"

"Just a tip off, but my survey mission is just to check for the safest path for an invasion. At the next daybreak, we will strike Payon." Atticus stated, his pair of eyes narrowed,"Now that I've finished my recon mission, I've no business here, I'm heading out to Swyn, it would be a wiser choice if you were to defend your country, since your gun from Swyn would be a great help to them, other than to engage a 2v1 with us with a drenched gun~"
@MonsieurShade

@Resentment Fray

This Imperial character Wolf was investigating decreased in speed, in an instant he was behind the figure as they shot ahead. He turned, still moving through the forest, They were powering some sort of device, the shrill voice of machine nearly took Wolf. He made a quick and effective recover from a telekinetic wave in all directions. Just enough to cease the pitch of their technology of which he was oblivious.

He locked his zweihander on a coupled sheath on his back, crossing his arms and leaning forward as the Imperial darted at the tree below him, shattering the bark where the, what was now believed to be a weapon, had stricken the base.

The mighty tree fell and with it, The Wolf of Swyn as he placed his weight on it's face. Mid-fall he pulled his sword back around to his front, angled the hilt downward, bringing the tip upwards towards the ground as he fell face first. Before his blade dented the ground, he planted his feet on the guard, his sword absorbed most of the impact as he was curled up at the end. When the tree had fallen dust was pulled upwards in a swift curl, this would obstruct the vision of any onlookers. As it settled, The Slate Knight was perched atop the blade, like a bird of prey ready to dive a pestering rodent.

He constrained an emotionless sigh from behind his iron mask.

"mm..."

Realizing that hiding was no longer an option, Jacque stood tall and calmly dropped his quarry onto the ground beside him. He looked to the sky and quickly deduced that the rain was the work of one of the people ahead of him, which immediately put him in a bad mood considering his distaste for magic. 'Of all the people that had to be in my way, why in the name of every thing decent did it had to be some sort of Magus? Figures this would happen when I run out of solvent.' He mused irritably before he actually paid attention to what was being said. The bounty hunter shook his head, he then ran his hands back over his head to slick back his hair while staring down his nose at the two, "I'm guessing you folk think i'm working for the opposing forces, don't you. You may wanna try guessing again." he stated bluntly.

Jacque unshouldered his gun and examined it, clucking his tongue as water dripped from the weapon's surface, "You're right about the gun thing at though. We don't get a lot of rain in Swyn, so our weapons aren't really meant to deal with being soaked. That being said, thanks to one of you two, I can't just go to Payon to collect my money and supplies and rest for the night. No, now on top of the process of filling out the proper paper work to receive my pay for this guy, i've got to go and buy some extra gun cleaning solvent on top of my other supplies, and then sit down and strip, dry, and clean this thing in its entirety so i'm not just carrying around a really fancy looking rust filled club. Also, to add to this little predicament, rather than actually staying the night in a village with hotels that have hot food and beds, i'm going to have to immediately turn around and leave. And to add to that, i'm not only going to have to try and make it far enough away that I won't be caught in the crossfire but do it quickly enough that i'm not trying to set up my camp at night." He rumbled before shouldering the weapon again, this time on his opposite shoulder so that the barrel would point to the ground rather than upwards to avoid it being filled with rainwater, then slowly drew his bowie knife from the sheath tied to his belt. "As I said before, I don't care what happens to Payon, but if you've been keeping track, letting you go would create quite a few extra inconveniences for me. I think it'd just be easier to get rid of the two of you..

Barely a second after the word 'you' had left his mouth, Jacque lurched forward, sprinting at the two with a cold gleam in his eye and his lips pulled back tight into a tooth exposing snarl. The bounty hunter was by no means a practitioner of magic, but he'd hunted and fought plenty of magus' in his day. What where two more?