Snippet #2409207

He'd not even known they were there, falling with bent knees to absorb the shock, rising from the crouch he'd look between the two a moment as they both gave him looks and nods. As the girl rolled his eyes he'd give a soft sarcastic laugh, disregarding the pair impassively, his own pistol wielded in a loose grip as he walked away, the other reaching up to rub at the light stubble of his chin. I hope they realize now isn't the time to be having petty love affairs, with war on the horizon.

Cralyn would roll his shoulders making his way through the crowd, an alert and yet calm, steady gaze persisting in his tired green eye and passing over all that moved about him. People would look cautiously at his mechanical lifeless gaze, the oddity not being enough to draw some of the women of the crowd away as they whispered, in the crowd his gun was hardly noticed if at all. It was never waved about or held up, just loosely swinging almost rhythmically with his silent but sure maneuvers, passing through the crowd as if it were nothing more that stationary obstacles in his path. A man with his drink was wide eyed in alarm as he appeared suddenly, his heart in a fit as he prepared for a collision, only for Cralyn to dip nimbly in a slant, using his heels to easily pivot about the man, his movement not slowed nor hindered.

As he neared the commotion, the attention was undivided, whispers and all, he wasn't quite sure of the situation-- but if someone needed guarding, it'd be much more comfortable than this. He saw three people in particular, and broke from the bulk of the crowd to head for the group.