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[Jade Laken]

15th Fall A.V., 516, Streets of Syliras

Jade sighed gently as she put the last of her cleaning supplies away. Work had ran much longer than she thought it would have. Dusting off her hands with blonde walked out of the room closing the door behind her. With a smile the woman walked over to the office and said good night to her boss. Grabbing her bag the girl knelt down and slipped her dagger into her boot. Walking past Diria the woman rubbed her nose before hitting the door to the stables. Looking out out at the fog, Jade did not like the feeling it caused her on the inside. Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the building staying close to the lights. Though as thick as the fog was the lamps did little to help the uneasiness. Turning her head slowly, the woman came to a stop realizing she had become lost in the fog.

“Ah petch,” Jade stated with a groan.

A noise behind her caused the woman to jump some and look behind her into the darkness. Squinting she did not see anything, but that did not mean it was no there. Walking forward the blonde began to speed up hearing more noises behind her. Normally she was very “brave” as some would call it; others called her “foolish” to stand up to those bigger than her. The sound of feet moving faster behind her caused Jade to pick up her pace into a jog. Throwing her head side to side the blonde tried to see anything clearly through the fog. A gasp ripped through the woman's body when she turned a corner and hit a dead end.

“Now then, lass. Come with a quietly,” a low sounding growl sounded behind her.

Jumping and turning the woman was met by two men. One of a large burly size that wore a smug grin on his face, and a smaller more creepy looking man that laughed under his breath looking over the girl. Taking a deep breath, Jade looked up at the men putting on her most serious face that she could. Stepping forward the girl squared her shoulders looking up at the men with a determined face.

“Never, step aside and let me leave or I will scream till the knights arrive,” Jade countered with a glare.

The men both burst in a fit of laughter almost falling to the ground. With a growl the woman saw her chance and dodged between them. Though her attempt at escape was futile it appeared. The big burly scoundrel grabbed her arm in a tight grip. Wincing the woman turned to look at him leaning away towards the only escape possible from this dead end.

“Fine you asked for it,” Jade growled and took a deep breathing before starting to scream as loudly as possible for help.

[Erick Barnett]

15th of Fall, 516AV Syliras Region, Stormhold Castle, The Streets A mighty yawn escaped the Knight-Aspirant's mouth, almost muffled into nothingness as he quickly clasped a hand over his face to squash the sound. Patrol duty wasn't typically the most heart-pounding thing a Squire could find himself doing, and something about the strange, thick blankets of haze that had rolled in had just made it worse. Not that it was now somehow more banal than it had been, but now it was just uncomfortable. Not in any physical sense, Erick had endured patrols in what was ostensibly far worse weather. This mist just didn't sit well with him. He found himself glaring around corners, peering uselessly into the dense grey fog at all times with his hand firmly wrapped around the hilt of his sword. He worried, deep down, that if his attention slipped for even a moment, something genuinely awful would happen. His head snapped up as the sound met his ears. A sharp scream, cutting through the muted stillness of the mist and echoing down the street well past what the fog would allow him to see. His armor began rattling like nails in a sack as he took off in a sprint toward the sound. It was almost a relief. Erick would prefer cracking the skulls of a few petty street thugs to staring into the mist and waiting for his imagination to begin seeing... things in it. His right hand came up, and a short light began to leap out from his palm. It helped him see just ahead, though not by much - the smog strangled the light of his Gnosis as easily as it seemed to strangle the lights that lined the streets. Up ahead, a dead end. A vibrant woman, ostensibly the source of the scream he'd heard, with long hair that adorned her hair like gold. Erick's eyes contemplated her for a fraction of a second, his heart seeming to skip a beat - before they rested on the two men that stood between her and and the Squire. One big, one small. Guarantee the small one has a knife on him somewhere. Assuming they both don't. "Gentleman." His voice was boisterous and friendly, and he even wore a smile on his face. The smile however strayed far from his eyes, and he spoke through clenched teeth, a hand resting firmly on the hilt of his longsword. "What seems to be the problem here?" Since two-on-one in hand-to-hand combat wasn't terribly good odds, he'd need to use his blade if it came to that. He hoped it wouldn't need to come to that. Erick wasn't a stranger to the shedding of blood. But inside the walls? Someone else heard the scream, I'm sure. At the very least, they can't get out of this dead-end without getting past me. Just need to keep them busy until back-up arrives.

[Ball]

"My Speaking"

My Thoughts

It wasn't necessarily the fact that Ball was out on patrol that made the Pycon miserable, the foggy hai the order was forced to deal with all that more difficult, it reminded him of the days on sea where he was throwing up clay or fighting the Lagool. No this was the fact that even within his own home the Pycon couldn't see inches in front of him, luckily his mount could see... better, or at least Ball hoped. The dog wasn't ran into anything yet, so he could hope.

The cry for help peirced the fog though, it wasn't far off and Ball knew it was a cry for help, not of mocking foolery of children. He nudge on Imass' sides and the little fluffy mount went off running towards the cry. Coming to a skidding halt just around a corner and nearly into the legs of an armored squire asking questions.

“I think the more important question is what do we do about them?” Ball was not hesitant to flex his clay – Flux it even. “It has been might foggy out and the dampness makes me cranky. Why don't you take and escort the young lady home there comrade.” Ball tapped on Erick's leg, “I have a feeling these two aren't gonna be talking anytime soon.” That is when he saw the man's hand clenching her arm, it was pure luck though with the shifting fog honestly. “I would suggest releasing her arm there sir. I don't want to have to make you release her arm. That way my friend here can help her home and us three can have a little chat.”

Ball narrowed his singular eye at the men. “ Just you two and me.”

Credit :

Created goes to Raus for aiding in the photo manipulation, Myself for color and transparency manipulation as well as box code. Character is accredited below

[Jade Laken]

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Growling the opposite arm immediately went to over the hand that clenched her arm. Gasping the woman was jerked close to the man as sudden clanking sounded. Turning her head the blond was met by the sight of a young man in heavy looking armor. So the squires were patrolling close by after all it seemed. A snarl escaped from the larger man's mouth when the guy called out to the three. A sudden laughter sounded from the smaller man's mouth once more. Jade glared getting madder than anything she could think of at the moment at the creepers insistent laughter. If her legs were long enough she would kick back and hit him right where the family jewels were. Though as bent over as he was she may not have to aim so low. Gasping the bigger man threw him behind him when another voice sounded out. Landing with a grunt the blond looked around not seeing the second person. Confused she stood up slowly while rubbing her arm.

“One....... but where is the other?” Jade whispered quietly looking.

“Show yourself you petching coward!” The bigger man shouted looking around.

It seemed that he did not see the other person either. Was it a magic trick of some sort perhaps? No the voice wasn't echoing around them as if coming from all directions to confuse the men. It was clearly coming from ahead of the three towards the exit. Looking around the woman spotted the higher boxes. Quickly scrambling up she got behind one putting her back tightly against the wall. Pushing with a grunt the woman's face contorted into the strangest looks one had seen. With the distraction from the boxes both the squire, and the invisibly voice will be able to get the upper hand on them.

“Uh boss? Where is the girl?” the scrawny man asked.

Jerking around he snarled before noticing the boxes shifting some, “Get up there and grab her!”

Quickly the little one began climbing towards the blond haired girl. Finally starting to give the boxes began to tumble down. Gasping the smaller moved just in time as the bigger leaps out of the way barely able to move in time. A thundering crash sounded kicking up dust making it even harder to see. Coughing the covered her eyes, swinging her hands the dust cleared.

“You petching bitch! Just wait till I get my hands on you!” the gruff voice sounded looking towards the top of the tower.

[Erick Barnett]

A voice from somewhere nearby him gave Erick pause. He glanced to either side, then up, before finally craning his neck around toward the ground. He noticed the dog first, but invariably, his eyes were drawn to the strange human-like one-eyed clay entity upon the animal's back. Erick flicked his eyes shortly at the two goons as he heard one of them shouting down the alley at him. ”Show yourself you petching coward!” Not the most observant pair of vagrants, eh? As the little one spoke, Erick turned his gaze back down to him, his expression bunching into a concerned grimace as he looked the creature in its - eye? Erick wasn’t really sure - speaking in a hushed voice as to not let hear the two idiots on the other side of the alley hear him. ”What manner of comrade would I be, abandoning you to a two on one fight?” More commotion from ahead of them snapped Erick’s attention back to the two goons and the girl. She was just out of sight now, but Erick’s eye noted one of the boxes that were stacked at the end of the street beginning to shift and teeter threateningly, and the two goons had noticed it too, their eyes momentarily taken away from the two Squires. That’ll do. Erick burst into a run, the momentary clattering of his armor as he moved the only warning the two would get before he on them. Naturally, the bigger one was his top priority, and as the man turned, his attention likely drawn by the thunderous metallic banging that was descending on his flank, he was greeted by a short hook, Erick delivering the sucker punch with the full force of his run to the vagik’s jaw.

[Ball]

"My Speaking"

My Thoughts

Ball sighed, “A smarter comrade would protect the girl and take her home. Leave the goons to be dealt with.” Ball groaned, realizing now that he was the one that had to take charge and end this debacle. He was the smaller of the two 'saviors' and yet he was probably the one that should've been feared more. He didn't wear armor, hit with metal sheathing his limbs... But he could put a hole in the man's body... A hole was harder to heal. “Allow me to stop this..” Ball pulled a fist back and threw it into the vagrant's ankle. It was a quick jab that results in a blood curdling scream from the would be rapist that took advantage of the fog and his ankle being broken.

“One down.” He turned his attention to the one climbing the crates towards their 'damsel', “Come on now. Seriously?” Ball whistled and pointed at the crates, “Sic 'em Imass.” There was a huffing sound out of the fog and doing his best to climb up the crates towards the second of the duo of morons was a furry barrel chested dog. It's fur was quite long and matted in some places, but it was clearly the pycon's mount.

Teeth bared Ball allowed his mighty steed to do as he commanded, and with a few bouncy scrambling attempts the dog finally made his way up the crates and latched onto the vagrant's ankle, shaking and letting loose of the crates mass used his own weight to pull the man down away from Jade. It wasn't a tough job for the dog, as the man was already unstable and this just added insult to that situation. Once the man had landed with a gasp of air released from his lungs violently Ball looked down at the man. “Stay. Heel.” He looked at his comrade in armor, “Now go get the petching knights.”

Credit :

Created goes to Raus for aiding in the photo manipulation, Myself for color and transparency manipulation as well as box code. Character is accredited below

[Jade Laken]

Jade moved back till her back hit the wall and her heels met the edge of the box. She had no where else to run to now. Looking over hearing the clanking, the blonde watched the man knock out the big guy first still not realizing the smaller was after her. Pushing off the wall she knelt down and slid a hand into her boot grabbing her dagger that she kept hidden. If it came down to it the girl would have to defend herself it seemed. The sudden command to attack drew her attention to the dog that raced up and latched on to the man's leg. Slowly slipping the weapon back into place, she moved forward with soft light steps. Caution was the key on the very top of this pillar. A light rocking caused her to stop and wait. Once it had ceased, she crawled forward flattening out to where her stomach was flat against the wooden box. Peeking over the side a gasp left the blond's mouth when he kicked the dog off and jumped up. Grabbing her arm the man dragged her down with him. Falling down, she landed on each box with a grunt before landing on the ground kicking some dirt up. Groaning the blond finally worked on getting up from the fall.

“That could have went better,” Jade said while rubbing her head some.

Standing up the girl backed up to where the two men were behind her. The scrawny man and the burly were before the three. Kneeling down while watching the tinier man, the woman's hand slipped into her boot on instinct. Grabbing the hilt once more a quick jerk pulled the blade free from its confines. Standing up with a determined look the blonde would not back down from them. With the numbers on her side Jade knew that the fight would go much smoother. Fog began to close in on the group making it harder to see the two vagrants in sight. Backing up some the girl wanted to make sure if they lost sight at least, she would know where the other two were. A strong wind blew through picking the blond tresses and throwing them around. Endrykas had not killed the woman; so this attack would certainly not. She heard the demand from the smaller of the two knights er... squires. The Knights would be a very good thing to have right now.

[Erick Barnett]

Erick grimaced as the larger of the two goons opened his mouth, emitting a sound like that of a tortured hound. The young squires eyes were wide, partially with sympathy for the man - a vagik he may be, watching another persons ankle twist around at strange angles elicited visceral reactions from the young man. Beyond that though, he found himself staring at Ball a moment, eyes wide and jaw slightly agape. This one may be small, but I've never seen anyone deliver a punch like that before. Erick stared a moment longer at Ball, opening his mouth to speak. A slew of questions were rushing up to the forefront of his consciousness like a great flood, the only dam keeping them at bay the relative slowness of his tongue. His attention snapped back to reality as he heard a series of low, flat, thumping noises, as the girl descended the stack of boxes in a manner somewhat less than gracefully. Erick tried not to smirk. Standing up, she backed up until she stood just in front of Erick and his smaller, but far more dangerous comrade, drawing a knife out from her boot. Even from behind Erick caught the look on her face - his eyes fell on hers just a moment, and he felt a pang of admiration in his chest. It was easy enough to conjure up false bravado with two Squires at your back, but there was no fear in those eyes. Only steel. Erick took a step forward, and gently rested a hand on Jade's wrist, nudging her weapon down slightly. "Apologies, miss, but I think my fellow Squire here has this situation under control." Glancing over at the larger of the two would-be predators, who was still on the ground squirming in agony, it felt like an understatement. Softly, Erick continued. "With your permission, I'd like to see you home now." There would probably already be more reinforcements on the way given all the noise, but even if there wasn't, he didn't really think Ball would need any further assistance.