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"You are still wishing to escape there, are you not?" asks Korzion, the thought having just now occured to him that her conviction may have wavered.
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A few minutes later, the young traveler is grinning at a group of guards, weaving and bobbing."C'mon, let's fight already!!"
She looked up at him though she couldn't read his expression since his hood was up and it overshadowed his face.
"You will progress much further than that when you are trained. I see great potential in your abilities." he continues as they reach the gates, which are opened oddly without any questions. He mounts the red-haired destrier with gold battle armour that waits outside and holds a hand out to Gem with a soft smile. "Remind you of anything?" he asks.
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If Gem were to say anything, it would go unheard, as Korzion scoops her up and mutters, "Change of plans," running towards a different section of the city. The massive machine of iron drives itself into the square on wheels of metal and rubber, copper and brass pipes curving from beneath it belching black smoke into the air, causing mild suffocation to any surrounding it. And then, from behind the dirty glass that protects the round cockpit from wind stands a dirty-looking man with a scraggly brown beard and a cap, goggles strapped over his eyes and obscuring his gaze within their foggy, scuffed glass surface. How anyone can see in those is a mystery.
"LISTEN UP!" He bellows in a rough, heavily accented voice, "Yer bein' raided! 'And over yer women and wine if ye'd like ta avoid a sufferin' most unpleasant." He raises the L-shaped contraption in his hand so that the opening at the end points toward the sky, and a bang rings out with a puff of smoke from the thing. Needless to say, this attracts the attention of everyone in the city. "Me mates'll be arrivin' shortly, an' I'd like ta 'ave this place cleared out by then. Understand?" He grins widely, revealing teeth filed into points. A raider from the Southern Wastes is unheard of this far north, yet clearly here he was, demanding their valuables with no fear at all, despite the guards closing on his vehicle, moving slowly as if that will make the man's attention shift from them. It does not. He smirks as he lowers his contraption to point it at one of the guards, and pulls the brass trigger...
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