09-01-2017, 09:43 PM
Several armored hovering vehicles and walking machines, followed closely by footmen, made their way down the street outside. All of the civilians' crafts were forced to the side of the road in the hustle. Ratione observed this, halfway through taking another bite out of his gyro, already halfway down. His eyes were wide and so was his mouth. Janna stood up in her seat, before immediately slouching back down. "Shit!"
Ratione's head snapped to his friend, "Shit?"
"I'm not exactly the most law-abiding citizen. I dunno how many of these guys would recognize my face."
"But they wouldn't send an army to just get you, right?"
Janna raised an eyebrow, but then her expression turned worrisome. "God damn, maybe something big's going down..."
"Something big?"
"Could be an invasion or a big battle. Maybe the Kingdom or some guild. Which means there's about to be a big team fight we want to avoi- HEY!"
Before she could finish her sentence, the soldier was out the door, greatsword in hand.
"Whu-what the hell guy?!" The yordle stood there, arms out, aghast. The waitress came over.
"Uhhh you guys are gonna, pay, right?"
Janna sprinted out the door, the waitress cussing at her.
***
The little blue pirate finally caught up to the Novan, who paused for her to catch her breath. "Wha... what the hell are you doing!"
"Going to the battle."
"Why numbnuts?!"
"Because people could get hurt. I could help." Ratione's gaze at his companion was even, and intense. The pirate had to take a step back.
"What! No! Listen-" She raised a finger at the old man, "Rule number one of stayin' alive here: Don't be a hero."
"I'm not trying to be."
"Then what are you?"
"I'm a soldier, Janna." Ratione repositioned his right hand all the way up on his greatsword's grip, resting it on the same shoulder. "I kill people that need to be killed." With that, he sprinted off through the crowds.
The pirate stood there, mouth agape, eyes as wide as dinner plates. Her cheeks just barely flushed.
"Ahhhhh fuckin- you're gonna get yourself killed bringing a knife to a gun fight!" The little blue-furred girl ran off after her friend.
Ratione's head snapped to his friend, "Shit?"
"I'm not exactly the most law-abiding citizen. I dunno how many of these guys would recognize my face."
"But they wouldn't send an army to just get you, right?"
Janna raised an eyebrow, but then her expression turned worrisome. "God damn, maybe something big's going down..."
"Something big?"
"Could be an invasion or a big battle. Maybe the Kingdom or some guild. Which means there's about to be a big team fight we want to avoi- HEY!"
Before she could finish her sentence, the soldier was out the door, greatsword in hand.
"Whu-what the hell guy?!" The yordle stood there, arms out, aghast. The waitress came over.
"Uhhh you guys are gonna, pay, right?"
Janna sprinted out the door, the waitress cussing at her.
***
The little blue pirate finally caught up to the Novan, who paused for her to catch her breath. "Wha... what the hell are you doing!"
"Going to the battle."
"Why numbnuts?!"
"Because people could get hurt. I could help." Ratione's gaze at his companion was even, and intense. The pirate had to take a step back.
"What! No! Listen-" She raised a finger at the old man, "Rule number one of stayin' alive here: Don't be a hero."
"I'm not trying to be."
"Then what are you?"
"I'm a soldier, Janna." Ratione repositioned his right hand all the way up on his greatsword's grip, resting it on the same shoulder. "I kill people that need to be killed." With that, he sprinted off through the crowds.
The pirate stood there, mouth agape, eyes as wide as dinner plates. Her cheeks just barely flushed.
"Ahhhhh fuckin- you're gonna get yourself killed bringing a knife to a gun fight!" The little blue-furred girl ran off after her friend.
"Our fear is our weapon."