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[Lo'campo]

Sunberth, Summer, 88, 514A.V Lo'campo wandered down the streets of Sunberth stretching his legs and getting some air other than the one in his apartment. The sun nearly blinded him as he stepped outside as if it were scolding him for not keeping up with his usual morning training, but he was so busy tending to his job that he had little to no time to do as he pleased. Today was different though considering that Jillene gave him the day off so he could run errands and train all he wanted. Lo'campo stood up stretching his long blue body allowing his joints and muscles to awaken and prepare for the day ahead. He adjusted his canvas covered greatsword and strapped his Lakan as he made his way toward the open land outside of the city. There were more people than usual which aggravated Lo'campo. He didn't know if it was the fact of people getting in his way or something that he adopted from the city but either way he looked at it, he didn't like it. Keeping his complaints to himself Lo'campo pushed his way through the army of humans trying to escape the waves of new coming bodies."No! Please! not my daughter!" A voice caught his ear and attention. "Shut up you wench and get back in line!" Slaves. The only thing more expensive than mizas in Sunberth. Lo'campo watched as the slaver tried to force the woman to get back with the older slaves who in returned refused and received a beating for disobeying her commands. This is how it was in Sunberth. A woman could be beat in the street in broad daylight and no one would do a thing. Lo'campo let out a sigh and continued to return to his original plans of the day. "Leave my mother alone!" The child's voice caught Lo'campo's gaze as he turned to see the child jump onto the slavers back and drilling a small knife into his heart. Lo'campo stopped thinking that he may have stayed in for too long and his mind was playing tricks on him, but the faint moaning of the now deceased man proved that this was all too real. "You little brat!" A guard began to come into view sword at the ready to most likely slay the child and mother where they stood. That was it. Lo'campo was done with the thugs in this city always messing with his peace. Tightening his greatsword he quickly began to move through the crowd toward the child and his cowering mother. He clenched his fist as he got closer waiting to be close enough to get a sure hit on the goon. "Hey" Lo'campo said getting the guards attention and punching him in the throat and slamming his head into the wall knocking the man out. "Lets go." Lo'campo said grabbing the arm of the mother and child."We have to get you out of the city before more of them come for you." He felt a tug on his hands from the mother and child dragging back. "No! My friends are back there. I am not leaving them." Lo'campo shot a look at the child then the mother as if they have gone crazy. Did they not just see what happened only a few seconds before? If they were caught they would be charged with murder and have half their lives beaten out of them and that was if those slavers were not with a gang. "Lets go." Lo'campo said again making it more of a demand rather than a suggestion. "No I agree with my child. Those kids back there may not be mine by birth but they are still considered my children." He was getting frustrated now by their stubbornness. "Do you not understand the risks that WE have already taken to get this point and you are telling me you want to return for a few children!" "Yes! how can you want change but only want to go half way? That is not change, that is hiding like a coward!" The words hit Lo'campo like a wall. Normally he would have cursed them out and sent them on their way to fend on their own, but something in his heart told him that they were right. He let out a sigh and looked at the two in agreement. "Ok we will go back and I will help get the others, but can we please get somewhere that is not swarming with slavers?" Taking them by the hands once again, Lo'campo began to leave the area when something caught his ear. His pushed the woman and child against the building and whipped out his lakan pointing it into the person standing only a few feet now from where they stood. "Who are you and what do you want?"

[Fallon]

The hood was raised, the features dipped beneath the black veil and the rest of the form hidden beneath the folds. Leather armour was tightened, the blades kept close and within reach - the quickest flick and they would be in her grasp. That was the theory at least, she hoped that it helped to say the least. Beside her the head of Orvin bobbed, dirty fur making him appear more mongrel than his actual breed. Feet kicked upon the dried earth, a slow perch down at her position. Fingers gave a brush, upon the ground, eyes narrowing down to the firm prints that were left within the surface - deep impressions that suggested dragging of some kind. Brute force perhaps? Was it this route they took? Or was this another set of tracks all together?

In honesty she had been sulking about the area for a while now, he eyes forced into prickling at what was before her. Whilst the fighting in one regard had ended, it did not mean the war was over - if anything it had only just begun in the case of this growing change within the city. A distant thumbing hum that seemed to grow louder with each passing day. But before that she needed to paint an image of what was here and what was available to her. Which was why she was tracking chainers once more. Although she would have happily leapt at the opportunity to charge and begin the firm cutting down of the lot of them, even she knew such a plan was foolish. It would spell an early demise and only increase the aggravation they had with her. No, patience was needed - along with the maintaining of a level head. It was what had kept her alive thus far within the city after all.

Orvin nudged his head against her, a snort before he gave a firm. His head turned to look down the space, his ears twitching and pointing towards the mass of bodies that travelled past the alley mouth. Rocking up onto her heels she gave a step forward and out, the faint and mournful cries of the city making themselves known. The same sad song that escaped day to day, forever serving as a reminder of what was present and needed to be eradicated for any form of true growth to occur. But for that to occur, those that were disgruntled about it had to gather - if that was even possible.

"What you seen?" she spoke down to her companion, the gloved hand scratching at the back of his head. His form seemed eager to move onwards, and so it was her finger that gave a point in the direction he was facing, "Go on, find it. Find it." He gave a jog off after that, with her in tow. Control was not such an option with Orvin, it was more working with him she was beginning to find - and so when the little cues and whines begun to crop up she inevitably ended up following them. For better or for worse. And so, with her new position taken, Fallon watched and observed.

The street was open to her, a nestle within the shadow of a door arch and out of the hot sun. It allowed her a steady lean again the side, the black cloak sending her form into that of darkness and blurring her edge with ease. It was at her feet that the canine took up his position, tongue lolling as he watched the world in turn. There was the slight flicker of interest towards a woman's howling, her eyes lifting to see a gaggle of slavers and their stock . Lips pursed, a burn upon the faces as she begun the process of saving them to memory. Voices, tones, mannerisms, the wal-

It was the appearance of the Akalak that put a pause in her current calculations. A brutal display of power, the gasp of the crowd as they swarmed and viewed the scene. Bodies blocked the view, the shuffling and demanding voices. The push and pull, with the obvious foreigner of the city trying to push his way through. Fallon made no move from where she was, her eyes narrowing down as she tried to work out his motive. His path was carved forward regardless, firm steps and the pulling of a woman and a child as he made a beeline past where she was lurking. Orvin released a small yap in acknowledgement, and it was with that she made the smallest turn of the head to look at him as he passed.

He became animated after that, his blade - whatever it was - was drawn and pointed at her. Arms were folded beneath the cloak, a peer out from beneath the rim of her hood. Fallon cocked her brow at him, the rough accent she used with the 'Bitzer' persona surfacing with increasing ease, "Funny that, you threaten me with the knife yet you're the one who decided to walk on past on this route." A slither of white peeled back between her lips, "Don't look at me like that, it is threatening - even if it is a feeble attempt. Haven't made a move and you're already being blade happy. Gonna get yourself shanked if you keep on like that." There was a shake of the head, her eyes looking onwards to the two others, it was indeed a woman and her - she presumed - daughter. Filthy, trembling, the shape of fear resting upon their forms.

"You with him?" There was incline of the head which was answered by a nervous nod. It was gently that Fallon pinched her brow, "And I guess those slavers aren't considering making chase any time soon then?" A snort, "I'm not blind either, lot of people saw that. Guess you're the sort that likes to look be the big, handsome hero? Good show you did there, but you haven't saved the damsel yet... well damsels," Talk, question, make those false presumptions. It was a way to feel out the individual, if there was anything she had learned from talking to people it was the slow and careful methods in which to make them feel superior. There was a smile down to the younger one and then snapped back up to the Akalak, "Still, dally as much as you like. Be interesting to see what you'll do if they appear. Wonderful show don't you think?"

[Lo'campo]

Mind games. He knew that she was playing mind games. The only thing that he didn't know was if he wuld have to kill her or not. Hmph I'm far from a hero, and I'm not trying to be one. All I want is my peace and quiet." He said not letting down his lakan. He had already looked the woman up and down when he first saw her. She was human with pale skin and short hair down to her shoulders and looked completely harmless. He would have probably let his guard down when he actually saw her and even thought about doing so when he called his lakan "A knife" but the fact that someone could get so close to him so quickly without him barely knowing didn't sit right on his shoulders, so he kept his weapon pointed to the woman and his hand on his great-sword. He looked to the woman and child, partially to see if they were safe and to blame them for getting him into this mess. "I'm not asking again, who are you and what do you want." His voice boomed again when a small creature scurried over to the human and plopped itself on her shoulder. A scout? Were there people coming here? He looked around making sure that there wasn't any unusual movements within the crowd. There he was on his day off in an alley with two slaves and his lakan pointed at a human woman. Oh the things Oumoc would say if he could see him now. He stood erect arm pointed to it's full length as they both stood there eyeballing each other. He knew this game it was a game of patience to see who would react first. It was a good way to judge a man's will and know what you need to know about a person. "Excuse me mister." The little girl began to tug on Lo'campo's robes to which he brushed her off.He wasn't taking his eyes off of this woman not now at least there was something about her that made him shifty. The little one continued to tug on his robes harder and harder with each attempt to get his attention until she was beating his leg in frustration. Annoyed with the child he darted his eyes down to her blade still pointed and followed her finger back out to the street from which they came to another pointing more slave master to their location. Shyke. he mumbled under his breath as he saw them draw their swords and make their way through the crowd. This was bad. If it was just him he could have taken the three men no problem, but with two extra lives and another danger only an arms reach of him he knew he would have to run for it. "Lets go. He took the hand of the child throwing her up on his back and gripped the hand of her mother. He stood in front of the human woman silently judging her demeanor. I don't know you but I have enough on my plate already. If you are friendly then come on, but I swear by my blade that if I suspect any threatening of my life or theirs I will rip the skin from your body and strangle you with it. If you are hostile then I suggest you get out the way and wait in line." He stood there looking into the woman's eyes for an answer as the footseps behind them got louder. Deciding to wait no longer he began to run letting his muscular legs carry them somewhere safe.

[Fallon]

Fallon smiled out from beneath her hood, but otherwise remained silent. Jumpy was how she would have described him, and rightly so. The gang wars might have been over for now, but the true battle was still to come. The orbs gave a glance down to the knife once more, and then to the other that of his great-sword. A small snort, a flicker round to the space around them - mentally calculating the space and how much swing room would be available to him. It was a large weapon, and whilst intimidating the moment a narrow street or an alleyway was brought in to the equation the effectiveness would be reduced. She had the same problems with her tulwars after all. Whilst he spoke in loud and forceful tones however, Fallon simply looked upon him unfazed. She had had been in Sunberth long enough to not feel quiet threatened by a knife any more - there had been enough threats to her this season alone that she'd rather not count. She sighed, and looked at him with a bemused expression.

"And once more with the demanding of who I am and what do I want? Yet once more I must elaborate it was you, who again, came in my direction. Is it not common for one to offer their own first, Akalak?" She shook her head, her voice staying at a calm, level tone, "You claim not to be a hero, and yet to you step into a situation. Surely if you wanted your peace and quiet then you would keep your head down and not involve yourself? Or, find a quieter city."

Her fingers reached out from her cloak then and proceeded to massage the scalp of Orvin, feeling the press up of his muzzle within her palm. A small whine of noise escaped from the canine's throat, his ears cocking upwards before his head turned once more. The tail gave a small flick, a press up onto his paws as he watched the scene with caution. He was always a sharp one to have about. There was still no movement as the arm extended full, pointing at her, and her gaze looked across the entire reach of it. More silent calculations trembled in her head, eyes narrowing as she thought upon the length alone and how she could work around it - speed was the answer that came to mind.

"Rip my skin off if you detect threats? Even if I'm not the cause of it?" a wolfish smile escaped, the seeking of loopholes within his words, "If that is the case, I doubt your enemies will care if you do or don't use me for rope. And you're right, you don't know me. So why do you dally in your talking to a stranger?" She let him do his eyeballing, silently challenging him to under estimate her. Even the thought throbbed and grew in her mind as she focused upon him - Try it. Dare you to. - eyes narrowing down and looking directly. Silence grew again, the presence of the approaching slavers making themselves known. Her hands slipped back inside the cloak, gripping onto the hilts of her tulwars within the folds and checking they were indeed still there. Regardless, the Akalak pushed himself off into a run, and the slavers became animated afterwards - the chase was on.

A deep inhale, she tightened her grip around the blade hilts. Orvin's fur begun to stand and brush out, the starting of a growl reverberating through him. Both feet placed themselves squarely on the ground, a rock forward as they closed in. One tick, two ticks, three ticks - a large step, the fast and the drooping of one shoulder. The right tulwar was drawn first, pommel leading forward. Her shoulder barged into the first man, the second blade coming forth as she pivoted and twisted upon her feet to the left and then. It swung, grinding across the yelp of surprise and withdrawing back defensively. It gave them a thought for pause, stunned almost that another had stepped between them. She gave a snarl, "So, gentlemen, who wants to play with the wolf?"

[Lo'campo]

Lo'campo ran through the streets dragging the two slaves behind them forcing them to keep up. He pushed out from the alley way and into the crowd leaving the faint sound of the goons falling to the ground. He had not time to look back. His mind only focusing on the safety of the two slaves. He moved quicker than usual not understanding how he couldn't slow himself down. The words of the woman echoed in his head. He was no hero. He was just a man wanting his peace and reacting in a way that he felt right. "You claim not to be a hero, and yet to you step into a situation. Surely if you wanted your peace and quiet then you would keep your head down and not involve yourself? Or, find a quieter city." What did that mean? His mind now racing with thoughts. He wasn't a hero. He was far from a hero. He was a killer and that was the fact about it. He had a disregard for anyone's well being. His blade did not discriminate. Man, woman, child, animal. If it came down to it he would slay them all without any emotion, yet here HE was out of all people two female hands in his own taking them away from danger. This made no sense to him. He scanned the crowd to see if they were being followed scoping out two men who moved irregularly through the mob of Sunberthians and travelers. He made a hard left going down another alley squeezing the woman and child into a small crawl space. Follow this alley, make a left and, then a right. Keep straigt for two clicks and make another right. You will see a large building once there look for a woman named Jilene. Tell her that Lo'campo sent you. Having the woman repeat the directions back to him he sent them on their way. Now that he had no extra concerns to worry about he could care about his own well being now. "I'm not blind either, lot of people saw that. He paused. This woman was in his head now, but he had to admit that she was right. He was closer to the front of the city now which meant that more eyes would catch what he was doing. Taking the time to think Lo'campo waited until he two men were in earshot before he whispered Did you just see those slaves? The men stopped and looked over at his direction as he leaned on the wall trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. He slipped his lakan under his robes and sent his great sword with the woman for protection. The two men approached him sizing him up in an intimidation attempt. Lo'campo played along with their little game making himself look small as the men questioned him asking him lead them to the slaves. He walked around the corner taking the two out of sight from the eyes of the town deep into the rat-way out of ear shot where no one could hear either. Coming to a halt he slid his hands into his pocket carefully retrieving his lakan. They had figured he was lying now angry at the Akalak and attacking. Lo'campo blocked one attack and evaded the other. The alley was narrow restraining his movement as well as his attackers sword. He rushed in wanting to make this battle quick. Faking left making his enemy panic and swing his sword leaving his right side open. Lo'campo charged pushing the thug against the wall blocking the jab of his second opponent's sword flicking it to the side and forcing his blade into the man's abdomen crippling him. He turned back taking his large body off of the living bandit who quickly loss his life. This was becoming too much of a hassle for the Akalak. Since when did he become a personal guard. you step into a situation. the woman's words played back into his mind once again. Wasting no time to hide the lifeless bodies Lo'campo proceeded back to his task at hand.

[Fallon]

Fangs snapped and metal ground. It caught and danced within the alley light, the rattle of combat singing out. Pierces and hacks, a full swing was impossible in the confines of the space granted to her. Orvin had made his move, the firm point of the tulwar and the voice that trained him released a loud, "GET!" pushing him forth. The tip gave a weave, a step back as she leaned away from the sword blade, the fingers flexing around the hilt and without a second thought it was thrust forward once more. Pure clinical precision, focused only on the movement and eliminating the problem as quickly as possible. The second gave a gurgle of noise, the last attempt of a cry in pain as the jaws of the canine caught around his windpipe.

Her left shoulder barged into her target, the right tulwar pulling back and then pushing forward and through. She wrenched the blade free from the tender underbelly not long after, and promptly spurred her feet into movement. She could not wait here any longer, not unless she wanted more closing in upon her. There was a click as the blades were slid back into their scabbards, her head turning round as the shouts of surprise to combat met her. There was a tug down of the hood tip, her features dipping into shadow as she released a low whistle. Her fingers gave a snap, a firm tone barely escaping as she pointed down to her side, "Orvin. To heel. To heel."

The orbs stared at her, ears pricked forward and his tail held high. New faces were closing in, and it was a sign that movement was needed. Split, divide and conquer. It was a basic tactic and one that helped in reducing down a large force to a more manageable size. There was a duck and pull into a narrow alleyway, feet picking up into a run as she gave a sharp turn down an even narrower one - behind her the thunder of footsteps of the slave guards alerted her of the chase, and in response she only pushed herself harder. Orvin led the way as always, faster legs and the snapping bark scaring people into giving her a clear run through. Another twisting turn, the mental map planned out as she formed the alleyways in her mind.

She looped back round, doubling back and carving her way forward once more. She saw the panicked glance of one of the slavers as they met her on the crossroads, barely enough time to turn to defend before the kukri was drawn. There was a gasp her free hand splayed as she leapt at him, a full throwing of her weight as the keened kukri came round and slashed into him. The pair thudded to the ground, and it was with little more than a spring up that she was off again. Lungs burned, feet thudded, another step into the shadow as she charged on through - focusing on being as quick as possible. Just beyond she could hear the sounds of scuffling, and it was in that direction, canine in tow that she directed her steps.

Thugs once more were at it, swinging, cracking, the glimmer of the want to be hero taking his swings. She did not charge in however, holding herself back as and her form stilling as once more she pulled herself into shadow. Orvin padded around her form, and it was both of them that wore the grim, blooded look. Her ears twitched, paused and listening for those footsteps of those who may be behind her and making chase - there was little more than the faint hum of the city that greeted her. A deep inhale, and an exhale, her hands returned the kukri to its sheath, and her hands moved beneath the folds of her cloak. Gently, the felt the disk pommel of her tulwars and simply stopped there, ready to be drawn when the situation turned sour.

All the while though, her eyes simply locked and stared upon what was happening - analysis, planning, consideration. When they finally dropped down dead however, she brought herself to speak up, "So, not a hero? Why kill then? Rule of the jungle? Pleasure? Or something else? You are an odd one Akalak."

[Lo'campo]

Lo'campo spun around once again being caught off guard by the woman from before. She had gotten closer than the last encounter only a few chimes ago and he had to admit to himself that she was good. He stood there in his silence gripping his lakan, staring the female up and down. She looked composed, at peace as if she was just an Innocent bystander that so happened to wonder into this mess. He let out a sigh and put his lakan away. The way he say it, if she really wanted to kill him she could have done it by now if not when the first chance had appeared. "I am not a hero, why do you keep calling me that?" he asked still tense though his weapon was no longer in hand. He trusted her enough to know that she wouldn't attack, but one couldn't be too cautious when with strangers. He looked at the woman for his answer. Why did she call him a hero? He did nothing heroic. What, because he is helping slaves escape? He wasn't doing it for the slaves, he was doing it for his peace. He let out another frustrated sigh. She was playing mind games again, trying to get inside his head. Why couldn't things be simple questions and answers. He leaned against the alley wall now prepared to answer anything she asked just so she could stop playing with his head. Running his hands through his hair he looked at her and began to talk. "My name is Lo'campo and yes I kill...People, animals, things, I am a killer...not a hero, I am far from anything close to a hero. I kill because...because..." He was stumped. Why did he kill? It wasn't for pleasure that was for sure, he was many things, but he was not a serial killer. He zoned out ignoring the woman's presence for a short moment as he contemplated this thought. All his life he had killed with no reason or digression. Did he need a reason to kill? Petch he was confused now. Looking back at the woman and dog, he realized that he had stop talking. " No, there is no rule of the jungle and I do not do it for pleasure. It's just a habit I guess. Stupid stupid stupid Now he seemed crazy. Why was explaining things so difficult. Ok, you can do this. Breath in, breath out, go "I kill because I see it as if I let them live, how do I know that they won't come back stronger or in bigger numbers to kill me? Perfect. He gave a grin now satisfied with his answer. " I am not odd either, I am my own person with my own morals and beliefs." he added on to finish the icing on the cake. He gave a smirk now feeling like he had the upper hand. Now it was his turn for questioning. "What about you? Do you go around Sunberth fighting guards and following people to play mind games? You didn't attack me yet so you must be friendly or planning something for later. Who are you? He adjusted his robes to a position where he could react quickly if a fight did break out between them. She stood there in her same position, contempt, ready for anything. He glanced down to her pet the sat by her side just as calm as she was. He wasn't comfortable, but managed to relax his body enough to make the looks of it. He began to wonder if the mother and child had made it to the destination that he gave them, or if they had run into trouble. He did give them his great sword. He hoped that they didn't steal it, he wouldn't want to have to kill them after going through all this trouble. He paused catching himself. There he was thinking about killing again. "Petch it" he thought to himself. He knew what and who he was and there was nothing more to it. He looked up to the woman to see if she was ready to answer if questions and move on.

[Fallon]

"Very well, not a hero Lo'campo" her head cocked to one side, her gaze sharpening as he put his weapon away. He was lighter in person now, she noted - the giant sword that she was certain was used for little more than intimidation purposes was gone. Her hands remained upon the pommels, a gentle shifting of weight from one foot to the other. The ground beneath crunched, grinding under her toes before finally she pushed herself up and forward from her lean. Orvin remained still, ears twitching and pricking to the sounds of the world around them. There was a sniff around her heels, followed by a low nudge into her shin. Lips were licked, a small slide of movement as he seemed to struggle with his words.

"So, you see yourself as a killer. Or a survivor, whatever the preference - you do what you do to live," She waved her hand then, as if to brush aside the thought. Moving she kept her steps steady, the flickering of her eyes as she prowled slowly and quietly around the circumference but coming no closer. Orvin followed behind, paws padding as he simply looked with his wolfish eyes. Her finger and thumb rubbed together, clicking loudly, "Habitual survival, where you kill things to stop them from growing into a flower." A shrug, her voice purred and the eyes gave a glimmer from beneath the hood. The mind searched for loopholes, the words repeating in her mind even as he asked his questions in response and tried to fight verbally for the upper hand. Silence was the answer for the longest of time, until finally the rough tones escaped.

"You kill, for if they live then they may come back to kill you," she repeated the words, "So why did you let those slaves go? Why have you not cut me down yet? You acted towards what you believed was their interests, but what is to say they will not turn coat on you?" A deep inhale, the arms returned to their positions beneath the cloak once more and onto the hilts. A gentle grip took them, a small inhale as she found her target and begun to tear verbally, "Why have you not turned your blade onto me? You claim for peace, yet involve yourself in others to kill or find freedom. Then why are you in this city? Why do you put yourself in a place where you will forever be surrounded by combat and suffering?"

Her pacing stopped, a rock back onto her heel as she stared him down unmoving and unflinching as she held him within her gaze. Knees bent slightly, both grips turning firm around the tulwar hilts as she stared. Heavy, weighted she spoke, "You claim then of morals, yet call yourself not a hero and instead a killer. Is that the belief and moral that you may dictate whatever you wish to obtain by the keen edge of your blade and through death alone?"

And it was there she remained, taking her ground and waiting almost for him to react, "Me? I am Sunberth's Red Wolf, Bitzer, Leader of the Scars. And I only fight those that come to to cause pain or death, be it to myself or those who fall to myself, or my brethern for protection. Of course... I do take mind games as a hobby on occasion. Can reveal so much about an individual, if you know how and where to look." An open gesture, she would leave the rest of him to decide upon himself - no use forcing him to understand or believe something, that was something that had to be gained by the individual at their own pace. Her ears twitched when a scream sounded out off in the distance, the eyes slowly turning in that direction then back to the Akalak, "Friend or foe, how does it matter to you in the present? Go roll your dice and see where they land Not-Hero."

[Lo'campo]

More questions,what was this an interview? Lo'campo let out a sigh of a slowing growing frustration. What did any of this have to do with him anyways? He watched her closely as she paced back and forth with her facial expression showing that she was in thought. The tension in the are had softened a bit, but he knew better than to let his guard down, especially when he was out numbered two to one if the dog was considered a fighter. She spoke firm and assertive, attacking him with questions and reading his answers. Was she studying him? She began repeating herself in different sentences, and Lo'campo thought he had issues. He glanced back down to the dog who was now a statue alert with it's ears twitching. Must be keeping look out. He had to admit it, he was impressed. It almost made him want to buy an animal companion. The dog was too small for him though, scrounging his face at the size of the animal. He would need something bigger, heavier that could hold it,s ground. He gave a soft chuckle envisioning himself riding a grass bear into Sunberth. Not a bad idea he thought to himself now completely unaware that he was being asked more questions from the female interrogator. "You kill, for if they live then they may come back to kill you, So why did you let those slaves go? Why have you not cut me down yet? You acted towards what you believed was their interests, but what is to say they will not turn coat on you?" ....What the petch was she talking about? Lo'campo was quiet for a while letting everything sink in so his brain could form an answer. "I didn't come to Sunberth by choice if you must know. I let those slaves go because they were getting in my way. How am I going to kill when I have a woman and little girl getting in the way of my blade? If they do come back to finish me off, then they better be ready for a damned good fight, and yes that is a good question. Why haven't I cut you down yet?...Let me answer your question with a question then. If you fight those that cause pain or death, why haven't you cut me down then? You have witness me kill numerous people now, so what is stopping you from using what ever weapon you are concealing to drop me right were I stand? Why haven't you ordered your dog to attack? Why are you standing there waiting time asking questions if you are just going to cut me down in the end? We are alike you and I though we have two totally different morals. You kill for the protection of the weak and those you care for while I kill on the other hand for safety of myself. Dress the cake however you want it, but you are a killer just as much as I am. So don't approach me with silly questions that you already know the answer to...Killer. With that being said Lo'campo tilted his head mocking the Blitzer, letting his hair fall forward over his now gruesome looking face giving a sly grin. He was sure that this wouldn't work, expecting her to swat his comment away and ask more pointless question, but at least it made him feel good a little on the inside. She proceeded to say something else when a scream filled the air. He muscles awakened as he bolted upright from the wall. He made eye contact with the woman before looking back toward the direction of which the shrieking came. Was it the slaves? Where they injured? Why was he sitting her asking questions. "You say that you fight for the weak right?" He looked back to the woman and dog. "Well those slaves if you hadn't noticed are pretty weak. I'm going to get my great sword. Do as you please." With that being said he ran. He was a slow runner, but he moved as fast as his legs would let him. He hoped that they didn't get lost as he traveled the alley way toward the Sunset Quarter. Taking another turn he ran into the little girl. He must have taken her by surprise as she dealt him a well placed kick to the shin before running toward the direction of which he had come from. He was not a baby sitter, he had second thoughts about leaving the child to fend for herself, but soon realized that the child was the only one who knew where her mother and his greatsword was. Cursing under his breath he ran after the child. The words of Blitzer echoing in his head.

[Fallon]

"I did not say I fight for the weak," Fallon's eyes burned, "I fight for those who fall to myself or my brethren for protection. There is a difference." There was a pause, the rest of the words forming in her head as they swirled around. They twisted, separated, reformed and broke apart. In return all she found was the logic of a man who looked for meanings where there was none and the attempt to obtain the upper hand in. She blinked, the tones slow, firm, the dissecting analysis. Shoulders rolled, the wolf turning to lock his gaze upon the Akalak without a second thought. Lips gave the smallest of curls, "You obviously did not hear me clearly, Not-Hero, so I shall repeat myself."

"To myself or to those who fall under my protection, I fight only those that come to cause pain. Have you raised a blade against me or those I protect?" It was a rhetorical question, but the sharpness rested there regardless, "No. You have not. And thus, I do not have a reason to attack you. Your chasers did however, which... were dealt with suitably." She gave a wolfish flash, "Yet here you continue, why, why, why, like some child who demands to have things go his way... And conclusion jumps. Bad habit that." There was a full rock back on her heels and then a step, "Yet still, you claim that you let them go because they were getting in your way

[b]"No, this is where we are different. For you lace yourself in the case of having peace, that you kill for it. When I last checked peace was described as freedom from disturbance, tranquillity if you will. And as a state where there is no violence. Yet... you committed the violence to begin with. And with that you broke the level of safety you presently had by not being involved. So when you call one a killer, one that slaughters, murders and destroys without any thought or consideration outside of they may be a threat later, it makes me wonder really, who is the real killer here." She gave a snort, "Yes, I am a headache. Enjoy it. Besides, no question is silly, and all perspectives are vital in creating a true and ultimate answer." Her hand waved him off then, but the eyes continued to stare at him from beneath her brow. Her chin gave a rise, those slow words tipping forward as she followed at the slower, more gentle pace, "Besides, I prefer the term revolutionary over killer. More focus. Better description."

Metal clinked, the weapons within falling in a steady beat as she took the slower pace after him. There was no rush, everything would come forth eventually and in good time. Besides, she had to feel out things first before she could make any complete commitments. Orvin followed after her, the gentle clicking of her fingers and low whistle leading him on. Her eyes gave only a glance down in consideration - he was behaving for now but she needed to get better still. The fingers gave a gentle pat, a low hum of noise as she followed. Feet pattered, running in their wake as they came from the direction the Akalak had come. It was at the mouth of the alleyway she stood, taking a crouch next to Orvin as the child kicked and ran past the man with speed and panic. There was a lunge forward with her arms, a firm wrapping of arms around the target. Of course there was struggling, but that did not stop her from standing up and looking to Lo'Campo and his running.

A thud of fists against her leathers and cloak, the rebellious shouting in her ear. Fallon simply slipped her gaze to the girl, and simply held the a bemused expression as she continued her struggling. Sighing, she waited for the realisation that there was little more than being held in place and fall into a quieter wriggling.
"Let me go!" the child protested.
"Yeah, if I let you go I'll drop you Tiny," The green-blue orbs slid to the child then, and received a blink in response, "Kind of a pain to do that don't you think?"
"I said-"
"I know. And I'm not going to," Fallon rolled her eyes, then gave a nod to Lo'Campo, "Got a good kick on you though. Did the Blue Giant some mischief I think. Good one. Still, no one bad here now is there? Anyway, here's the thin-"
"Put me dow-"
"-Thing," There was a pluck upon her stomach the firm pulling of thought and feeling upwards. Will, energy, it rose up from the pit, entering her lungs as she simply breathed it. It focused, forming into a suggestion as she locked eyes with the girl, the neutral face gently curling up into a grin. Intention filled her mind, throbbing, existing, the key words forming upon her tongue as it laced within her mouth. A suggestion, an emotion, the girl was scared and felt vulnerable. One of her hands peeled away from the hold, a small pat upon the head as the lips twitched and the suggestion, so simple in its nature - Trust me - came forth, "I can't help you if you struggle... right?"