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Also, @Grafroy Zeppeli, Sunny is lucky it was only Klisa who found out about your raid. If Illedrith had been told, we would have found out how a fight to the death between them would have gone much sooner than anticipated...
Dotazaic almost gasped with relief when he saw the cave entrance. The stint in the prison camp had done nothing to improve his already below average stamina for running, and just trying to keep up with the rest of the long-legged folk had left him sorely out of breath. Not to mention that the whole time there had been the constant sounds of steadily approaching conflict from behind them; a constant reminder of the lethal danger that the group was still in.

The crevice called to him, speaking of safety and comfort, and a last burst of energy brought him up to the cliff face to join the faster members of the group who had got there first. Seeing them all wasting time looking at the fight going on behind him, he snuck a glance over his shoulder, just in time to see Tychus get sent flying, with blood pouring out of an almost severed arm. He knew what that wound meant, particularly against foes such as these; their benefactor would almost certainly never see another dawn. Turning back to the crevice as their female aggressor gave orders to the knight, Dotazaic heard the human just behind him falter and begin panicking. He knew instinctively that if this man froze here in panic or fear, he would certainly die. Action needed to be taken, and he'd be damned if he'd leave this stupid stilt here to die.

Drowning out the human's ramblings, Dotazaic's powerful dwarven voice filled the canyon,

"ALL OF YOU. INTO THAT CREVICE. GO."

Turning back without waiting to see if they'd heard, he applied all his remaining energy to trying to drag the presently motionless human back towards the hole, shouting at him as he did so.

"NOT THE TIME, LAD. LIVE NOW, ASK QUESTIONS LATER."

Dotazaic just hoped they'd make it in time before their heavily armored friend rocked up. He really didn't want to have to leave this human to die, but if that's what it took to survive then he would not hesitate for even a moment. No stranger was worth giving up his life for, no matter who they had supposedly killed.
The real question is how Hans' theme isn't Megalovania...

Edit: Also, @Vongola_Hasayo I'm sure that pestering a newcomer to the guild and making her feel uncomfortable would have gotten Kyuuten a stern talking to from Illedrith. Perhaps that's even how she and Ceri met in the first place!
@Rune_Alchemist @KiltmanBagz

In regard to the recent conversation, I'm totally down for being a team! Illedrith probably helped Klisa out of some awkward situation or from being bullied first and took her under her wing when she entered the guild. Then, when Ceri arrived, a similar thing must have happened, and now they're the super cute, super lovable sisters to her?

Also, yeah, she totally ships them together as soon as she picked up the signals that they might be interested in each other. Too cute to not be a couple!

And the harem crumbles before the foundation is even laid....oh well, Kyuuten's not the type to actively seek out a romantic relationship but rather stumble or get dragged into one before he has a chance to realize it's happening :P
@Vongola_Hasayo


Illedrith is straight, so Kyuuten is more than welcome to take his chances; assuming he can escape from the sibling-zone that all the younger members of the guild get shelved into...





This sounds amazing! I'd love to be involved if you'd be happy to have me!
I admit to also being momentarily confused. Still, the more the merrier?
It's never as clean or as easy as you hear in the stories, not that Dotazaic could actually remember any of the stories specifically at the moment. Prison break stories were always a popular source of entertainment at some of the less reputable taverns that he had been 'invited' to over the years, and there was a common issue with all of them: ending the tale with the escape cuts out all the truly hard bits. No story that Dotazaic had ever heard had mentioned the grueling hours of fleeing on foot, constantly looking over your shoulder in fear of the mounted soldiers who were no doubt out there looking for you, nor the constant paranoia that gripped your thoughts on that walk.

Could this have been staged to lower my guard? Was I broken out just so I could be punished further or subjected to a far crueler fate than the executioners axe? These thoughts and more occupied Dotazaic's thoughts as his body wearily followed the group of escapees through the grasslands behind their apparent savior.

Fortunately, before his paranoid and fatigued mind could convince him to do something immensely stupid like running off into the grasslands, his thoughts were interrupted by the man who called himself Tychus, who announced that they had company. Nowhere near tall enough to be able to see over the top of the rest of the group in front him in order to catch a glimpse of their adversaries, Dotazaic instead searched the ground for anything that could be used as a makeshift weapon. Finding nothing of any use to him, he quietly cursed to himself about how stupid he was not to have grabbed something from the prison camp on his way out. Anything at all would have been more useful than the grass and dirt that seemed to be the only things to hand. Then he caught sight of their opponents and all thoughts of fighting left him.

Off in the distance he could see an enormous plate-clad figure who was holding a warhammer which had a head the size of his entire torso; one hit from that thing would very definitely spell the end for him. However, the woman who slid from her hiding place in the grasses was the one who really caught his attention and got his heart properly racing with fear. She carried an air of casual lethality about her, but more than that, he got the feeling that even encumbered with weapons as she was, there was no way he could escape her alone. Even accounting for the height disparity, Dotazaic was confident in being able to out-sprint a being in full plate armor, but he felt there would be no escape from this woman.

Nonetheless, when he heard the urgency in Tychus' voice when he told them all to flee, he didn't stick around to question the order. He knew perfectly well how useless he would be in his current state; even if he had a weapon to hand he wasn't sure he'd know how to use it, let alone keep up with Tychus. All in all, he'd just be a hindrance here, and he had every mind to put as much distance between these bounty hunters and his scalp as he possibly could. Hearing the human escapee call back to the group, Dotazaic replied as he ran past him. The stilt was only jogging. Typical.

"You don't need to tell me, lad. Now put those legs to good use before you catch a spear to the torso..."
Hey all!

I've been talking to Vicious a bit, and they've graciously accepted me into the group, so I'll be joining you guys just in time for the start.
I look forward to going through this story with all of you, it looks like it'll be great so far!

-LSS
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