Mediator (Level 1)
EXP: 4/5
Alexander - East Slums
The young black mage was putting up quite a fight even if Fire was perhaps the only spell he knew at the time. In fact he'd gone so far as to retaliate against the Raptor even when it closed distance. As he asked if he could hitch a ride the rider and the Chocobo exchanged but a momentary glance. Well, the three were already making something of a team-effort. And one way or another just leaving him in the alley to become a snack for the Raptors didn't sound like a very decent idea. A mere second after Dyranor leaned down with an outstretched hand and grasped that of the young mage, helping him into the back of the saddle. The action was performed not without applying some strength to the pulling motion as unfortunately they had little time to board him with due comfort.
"Now-now, boy. He can't weight all too much." The Elvaan remarked to Rote, near simultaneously pulling his trigger to gun down the staggered raptor. At least at this range and after both the Fire spell and the impact of the boy's staff it proved incapable of dodging. One pursuer less and one that would have had the most of a head-start at that. Hopefully the black mage wouldn't be too upset about this kill ending up in Dyranor's pocket.
Rote barely needed an order by now. Just about as soon as the rider made his little remark and the boy was in the saddle he flapped his wings a couple of times and dashed in the direction opposite to that from which the raptors were about to emerge. Surely enough they did, perhaps in time to see Rote's red tail-feathers rapidly gathering distance. Hopefully the young black mage was holding Dyranor around the waist at this point or otherwise supporting him because the Chocobo with red feathers proved capable of quite impressive bursts of speed. Dyranor meanwhile seemed mostly at ease with the ride, even at this pace, leaning down slightly in his saddle. Later he would have to reload his rifle, but that would only come when they stop at a relatively safe spot. Wherever one could even be found if groups of raptors were around in the slums by now.
Still, the Elvaan was mostly satisfied. A decent number of kills was paired with having suffered no damage. Cost of spent ammunition notwithstanding of course. Still, somehow the difficulty seemed to be gradually increasing. It was a good thing he picked up a battle-capable passenger. With them near-well out of range of their pursuers, a few fighters spilling out onto the street at a crossroad and engaging the Raptors who were all too happy to strike at something they didn't have to chase, their path now lead towards the East Slums of Alexander.
"Hope you don't mind a little change of scene. How are you holding up by the way?" Dyranor asked in a friendly manner, Rote's pace slowing down dropping if only a little and giving the Elvaan rider a chance to both reload his rifle and check on the well-being of the black mage in the back of his saddle.