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Mag grunted as she plopped to the ground after Miaka had knocked the man out. Well, that turned out better than she had hoped. She was certain the man would have done her in, after all she only had a shoe for defense. Oh, if her father could see her now, he'd die on the spot! She gave Miaka a nod as she thanked her then shot her a glare as she laughed. "Don't pick at me, it was the only thing I had." With a huff she put her shoe back on her foot then looked up back towards the hero. He seemed to be having a stare off with some tall Cerulean man, who was he? Grabbing Miaka's arm she tugged her behind the pile of straw, then peaked out to watch them in silence. She should be safely in her carriage on the way back home right now. Mag had no training for this sort of thing! Her only skills had to do with politics!