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“Was it?” Reia’s response was on the shorter side, but there wasn’t any doubt that Hamut wanted to know something that he didn’t know. It was…actually odd. While she realized that Jaakuna’s offer was rather on the spot, it didn’t really explain why Hamut was the one before her and not Roman. Had he known that she was to visit? No doubt the whispers had reached him the moment they had stepped foot…though essentially being taken prisoner was a rather brash move, even for Hamut. “Why would it be foolish to arrive in the company of one of Archadia’s princes? My brother was merely occupying me, but Jackson is an heir to the throne. His involvement with Duke Andre’s daughter took him to Rozarria, though I suppose you never expected that I would show up in person.”
It was all conjecture, really, but something was up. She wasn’t about to spill everything she knew—not until she got his own intentions. It was almost like a game now, though who would profit was still in the air.
Savayna wanted to stop, and so Grant would stop. There wasn’t much to be said, though he couldn’t deny that any time he looked behind his shoulder to look at Savayna, he was half expecting Levi to appear out of nowhere. Though as he pulled the bike to a stop, he could feel a familiar air of magick. It was a Fire spell, and as he spotted the small puff of smoke rising in the air, he would pull the bike to a complete stop. He chuckled to himself as he jumped off, finding the scene of Vlyn poking a small fire to be outright comical. The male Viera was a sight for sore eyes, that much was for sure.
Vlyn’s ear twitched, showing that he heard the prince approaching, though he was busy cooking some meat over the fire. It was a lot for one person, though, and it was then Grant realized that Vlyn knew they were coming this way. The male viera finally tore his gaze away from the food, offering Grant and Savayna a grin. “Care for a meal?” He asked the pair.
Grant definitely wanted some of that food, though he was curious. “Did you really come and meet us, or is this coincidence?” He could help but ask as he would take a seat opposite of Vlyn.
“As Aloa says, there’s no such thing as coincidence—remember that,” Vlyn said cheerfully as he would begin to separate the food onto three plates. “Of course I was waiting for you, there’s something we—that is, Aloa, Karolina, and myself—felt that you needed to know right away.”
There was no denying that the people before them were not to be taken lightly. Still, Dom’s stupid buddy was in there, so the idiot had to be someone important, though Lorenzo still thought it was a waste of his time, especially with the crazy chick with the sword could probably slice them all in half in the blink of an eye. Lorenzo studied the scene carefully; they were undetected. Still, while they lacked in numbers, they definitely weren’t lacking in strength. Even Dom the Moron could pull his weight.
So of course, when Dominic would inform the two that he would hang back, Lorenzo almost turned around to strangle the man.
“You’re useless,” Shion voiced Lorenzo’s thoughts perfectly, pushing his hand off her shoulder.
As her palm would glow and she pulled out her weapon, Lorenzo couldn’t help but eye her bandaged hand. “You’ll be alright?” He asked her quietly.
“Your concern is appreciated, but not needed,” She replied, gripping her blade. “I will take the ten on the left, you can have the two on the right.”
Lorenzo opened his mouth to protest, though Shion ran off. Wasn’t he supposed to be the hotheaded one charging in? Though he could see why she went first—her footsteps were quick and unheard, and before any of them could react, her sword pierced through the armor of the leftmost guard. Her sword cut right through him, and while the other guard was fortunate enough to at least see Shion coming, it sure didn’t stop him from meeting the same fate. As the rest would open fire, she grabbed the man before he fell, using his corpse as a shield.
At that point, Lorenzo was off, his gloves already collecting Mist as he ran, trying to get there while Shion occupied their attention. As his fist shined, it would collide with the rightmost guard’s head, sending him crashing into the wall. The other guard was prepared, and as a bullet whizzed past Lorenzo’s face, he ducked low, kicking the guard towards the rest. Some were prepared, others weren’t, and the unfortunate would meet their end by Shion’s sword. Her work was, quite frankly, amazing, though it was clear her sword was no ordinary one. Lorenzo’s knuckles ached where they met with the guard’s headpiece, though Shion was cutting through them as if they were unarmored all the same.
Six, seven, eight…and only two remained on Shion’s side, though it was clear that one of them was hesitant. Her amber eyes studied them both carefully, waiting for the first fool to run at her, both guns cocked at her. She showed no fear, only a tranquility, and she felt that rush she loved so much. The battlefield was her home, where she belonged, and she was much more adept at it then the two armored men before her. Raising her blade, she would not wait any longer, and charged—one bullet, another, and before the third shot the man’s head flew from his body as her sword pierced through it. The other man froze, and she shook her head at him, and in the next moment, his lifeless body would fall as well.
“Poor creature,” Shion lamented, though she would then let out a short whistle, signaling to Dominic. “Not all feel the calling of the thrill of battle. Alas, he chose his path…and I chose to end it.”
Lorenzo didn’t reply, though he mentally made a note to never, ever cross the woman’s path.
Had Nadeline not had a better upbringing, she may have quoted Jaakuna and asked what the fuck had happened. Though she did take pleasure in being right, Wesley’s description was much more accurate now. Ultima didn’t quite appreciate Sylvester’s comment, though Nadeline figured she’d just ignore her in a time of crisis, so business as usual. Taking in a breath, Nadeline calmed her nerves once more. Maybe it was the Mist, but Sylvester was truly a sight to behold. “It is not I who you should ask for a pardon,” She told him, shaking her head. “But…perhaps now is not the time, I’m sure the others will come at any second. Return with me to Rabanastre, to Wesley.” She pleaded.
"If it isn't Jackson! What a pleasure to see you back in Archadia!" Roman sat in his cell rather calmly all things considered. It was a very pleasant surprise, and it had been some time since the two had met. Though, last time he had more company, though he figured he would ask about that some other time. He would rise, meeting Jaakuna at the bars. He was unharmed, though as always, he acted very much like they had met at a place where the situation was better then it really was. "Ah, as to your question...it would seem Grandfather had his own plans at hand. I do wonder what he's thinking this time, considering he was the one that wanted me here, but alas, not much to do about that now...but what are you doing here?"
It was all conjecture, really, but something was up. She wasn’t about to spill everything she knew—not until she got his own intentions. It was almost like a game now, though who would profit was still in the air.
Savayna wanted to stop, and so Grant would stop. There wasn’t much to be said, though he couldn’t deny that any time he looked behind his shoulder to look at Savayna, he was half expecting Levi to appear out of nowhere. Though as he pulled the bike to a stop, he could feel a familiar air of magick. It was a Fire spell, and as he spotted the small puff of smoke rising in the air, he would pull the bike to a complete stop. He chuckled to himself as he jumped off, finding the scene of Vlyn poking a small fire to be outright comical. The male Viera was a sight for sore eyes, that much was for sure.
Vlyn’s ear twitched, showing that he heard the prince approaching, though he was busy cooking some meat over the fire. It was a lot for one person, though, and it was then Grant realized that Vlyn knew they were coming this way. The male viera finally tore his gaze away from the food, offering Grant and Savayna a grin. “Care for a meal?” He asked the pair.
Grant definitely wanted some of that food, though he was curious. “Did you really come and meet us, or is this coincidence?” He could help but ask as he would take a seat opposite of Vlyn.
“As Aloa says, there’s no such thing as coincidence—remember that,” Vlyn said cheerfully as he would begin to separate the food onto three plates. “Of course I was waiting for you, there’s something we—that is, Aloa, Karolina, and myself—felt that you needed to know right away.”
There was no denying that the people before them were not to be taken lightly. Still, Dom’s stupid buddy was in there, so the idiot had to be someone important, though Lorenzo still thought it was a waste of his time, especially with the crazy chick with the sword could probably slice them all in half in the blink of an eye. Lorenzo studied the scene carefully; they were undetected. Still, while they lacked in numbers, they definitely weren’t lacking in strength. Even Dom the Moron could pull his weight.
So of course, when Dominic would inform the two that he would hang back, Lorenzo almost turned around to strangle the man.
“You’re useless,” Shion voiced Lorenzo’s thoughts perfectly, pushing his hand off her shoulder.
As her palm would glow and she pulled out her weapon, Lorenzo couldn’t help but eye her bandaged hand. “You’ll be alright?” He asked her quietly.
“Your concern is appreciated, but not needed,” She replied, gripping her blade. “I will take the ten on the left, you can have the two on the right.”
Lorenzo opened his mouth to protest, though Shion ran off. Wasn’t he supposed to be the hotheaded one charging in? Though he could see why she went first—her footsteps were quick and unheard, and before any of them could react, her sword pierced through the armor of the leftmost guard. Her sword cut right through him, and while the other guard was fortunate enough to at least see Shion coming, it sure didn’t stop him from meeting the same fate. As the rest would open fire, she grabbed the man before he fell, using his corpse as a shield.
At that point, Lorenzo was off, his gloves already collecting Mist as he ran, trying to get there while Shion occupied their attention. As his fist shined, it would collide with the rightmost guard’s head, sending him crashing into the wall. The other guard was prepared, and as a bullet whizzed past Lorenzo’s face, he ducked low, kicking the guard towards the rest. Some were prepared, others weren’t, and the unfortunate would meet their end by Shion’s sword. Her work was, quite frankly, amazing, though it was clear her sword was no ordinary one. Lorenzo’s knuckles ached where they met with the guard’s headpiece, though Shion was cutting through them as if they were unarmored all the same.
Six, seven, eight…and only two remained on Shion’s side, though it was clear that one of them was hesitant. Her amber eyes studied them both carefully, waiting for the first fool to run at her, both guns cocked at her. She showed no fear, only a tranquility, and she felt that rush she loved so much. The battlefield was her home, where she belonged, and she was much more adept at it then the two armored men before her. Raising her blade, she would not wait any longer, and charged—one bullet, another, and before the third shot the man’s head flew from his body as her sword pierced through it. The other man froze, and she shook her head at him, and in the next moment, his lifeless body would fall as well.
“Poor creature,” Shion lamented, though she would then let out a short whistle, signaling to Dominic. “Not all feel the calling of the thrill of battle. Alas, he chose his path…and I chose to end it.”
Lorenzo didn’t reply, though he mentally made a note to never, ever cross the woman’s path.
Had Nadeline not had a better upbringing, she may have quoted Jaakuna and asked what the fuck had happened. Though she did take pleasure in being right, Wesley’s description was much more accurate now. Ultima didn’t quite appreciate Sylvester’s comment, though Nadeline figured she’d just ignore her in a time of crisis, so business as usual. Taking in a breath, Nadeline calmed her nerves once more. Maybe it was the Mist, but Sylvester was truly a sight to behold. “It is not I who you should ask for a pardon,” She told him, shaking her head. “But…perhaps now is not the time, I’m sure the others will come at any second. Return with me to Rabanastre, to Wesley.” She pleaded.
"If it isn't Jackson! What a pleasure to see you back in Archadia!" Roman sat in his cell rather calmly all things considered. It was a very pleasant surprise, and it had been some time since the two had met. Though, last time he had more company, though he figured he would ask about that some other time. He would rise, meeting Jaakuna at the bars. He was unharmed, though as always, he acted very much like they had met at a place where the situation was better then it really was. "Ah, as to your question...it would seem Grandfather had his own plans at hand. I do wonder what he's thinking this time, considering he was the one that wanted me here, but alas, not much to do about that now...but what are you doing here?"