[b][b][/b][color=bc8dbf] [i]"These guards are not ready... yet... Their postures are weak and shaking. Even less trained Mechean surely fill vacant spots here." [/i]

[i]"As Milady's suggestion, go send a runner if you are not satisfied enough."[/i][/color][/b]

Few recognized that mask, but their number was insignificant compared to those who feared the wrath of the Delving. 

The Constable had his mouth agaped slightly, both in anger and bewilderment. Though he could find the gist of whatever this Ex-Knight Cavalry was saying, he still heard it as a slightly clear gibberish. An impudent one. One that does not respect his authority. In a fit of newfound anger, he brandished his pike and thwacked the Ex-Knight Cavalry at the back of his knee, immediately ending his dramatic posturings and forcing him to kneel. And soon it was apparent that the soldier was not trembling in fear, but instead waiting for an order, and they just got one. 

Two soldiers joined the fray, then one more, probably annoyed by the warrior's condescending remark, or they wanted to prove him wrong, all working in unison to pin Chounan to the ground and had him cuffed. The contract escaped the Samurai's grip and stretched out again on the grass.