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    [center][fancypost=width:550px][align=justify][font=Georgia][color=white]Everything had gone to chaos so quickly that Marwin hadn't even had a chance to figure out what everyone was upset about in the first place; that smoke trick seemed to have cleared out the entire tavern, so at least no one had gotten hurt. He watched the small gathering from a distance; there was the shield-maiden who had started it all, two other women and a big warrior type. They seemed to be discussing something; he got an impression of looking for someone. Curiosity kept him from leaving, much as he wanted to; he hung back, weighing the benefits of stepping forward.


    Eventually that curiosity won out, and he walked over to the group. His hood was still up, hiding the top half of his face in shadow; it didn't occur to him that this wasn't the best way to appear when introducing oneself to others. After all, when was the last time he had ever had to introduce himself to somebody?


    "Who do you search for?" he asked, addressing the shield-maiden, who seemed like the leader to him.

    Johnathan nodded along with the words of the group, but the conversation wasn't something that interested him, as the newest arrival came and took their attention he simply turned and walked down the road. He'd gotten what he wanted to know and knew what he had to do, he needed to find the man those guards were after... the son of The Queen. Even if The Queen and her son weren't exactly close, being an ally with him would certainly help him with his goal, though he wasn't entirely sure what his overall goal he knew one thing. The Queen would have to pay for his father's death, and of course for the death of those others who had been in the group, though to be honest he had a bit of tunnel vision towards avenging his father's death.


    He didn't glance over his shoulder as he walked, all of these thoughts flying through his head in a few seconds, he hadn't had a plan before, not a short term one, but this was a perfect goal. He nodded to himself, he'd only walked away mere moments ago from the group of course, but the human mind was fast, it shot around like a bolt of light, from one thought to the other. He was barely halfway down the short, dirt road by the time his goal was in mind.

    Lillian cast a wary eye towards the newcomer, before realising that he had been one of the people to stand against the Queen's men in the tavern. Despite his somewhat shady appearance, she decided place some measure of trust in him, just as she had with the others. "I'm looking for the cloaked man - the one from the inn who the soldiers were apparently searching for," she replied after a couple of beats, turning back to face the group as a whole. "I think he might have a connection to the queen. You say that you saw where he went?"


    She directed her last question to the woman on her right, who she hadn't seen in the tavern before or after the brawl. Despite her lack of knowledge of the stranger's alliances, Lillian was willing to accept any help she could get in foiling the Queen's plans. As she spoke, her focus shifted from the other woman to the direction that they had originally gestured to, but there was no sign that the man she was looking for was there any longer. She did frown slightly when she spotted the warrior wandering off, but she made no move to stop him. His business was hiss business, after all.


    Lillian was still, however, left with the problem of tracking down the last piece of that evening's puzzle. Alone, the task would likely take her hours to complete and would probably end in failure. She would need help. This in mind, she turned back to the group and continued from where she had left off. "Would you be willing to help me find him?"

    Raisa though it over for a moment as she looked from everyone that was in the group. She momentarily looked over at the new addition to the group. "Sure is getting crowded over here." Raisa mumbled to herself. When looking back over she noticed their bar Brawler had wondered off.
    This has sharpened up to be a very eventful and enlightening evening. After thinking about everything she knows so far she knew it would be in her best interested to find out more about this 'Clocked Man'. She thought over everything to herself before turning to woman. She did have an interest in the queen, for more then a few reason, and would be more then happy to help if it meant getting rid of her. She has caused the people and her more than enough trouble. Finally she nodded.
    "It shouldn't be to much of an issue to track him down." She knows what direction he went and given the size of the town and how much time has past he could be to far, course if the Queen is looking for him he best be as far as humanly possible and as fast a possible. It was dark and late if they hurried they might be able to catch up. Once again she reaffirmed her standing. "I'll Help."

    Garroth knew he couldn't stay in Stillwater, he knew that the guards in the Tavern couldn't be the only guards stationed here, there were to be more somewhere. His only option for now is to remain out of sight and run, to only fight unless it deemed necessary. Even though he was thankful for the shield-maiden and the others who stood up to the guards for him, he couldn't let them get dragged into this. He didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him, despite what his quest is.


    The assassin moved on his feet, making sure to stay to the back alleyways of the town. That is until he heard a voice and footsteps behind him. "There he is!" Crap! A group of guards had spotted him and began a chase after Garroth. He tried to pick up a little more speed but he knew he'd have to spar them soon.


    Garroth waited until he at least to get to a open area before he could fighting them, he turned around to face them as he took a small dagger from his belt, going into a defensive position. "I suggest you come quietly with us your majesty! Your mother wouldn't want you to come in pieces home!" One of the guard called to him as they surrounded him.

    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]Atlanta watched quietly as the knight that she had just healed strolled away in a daze, paying no mind to what his intentions were. While watching Jonathan stroll away, she had not noticed nor heard Marwin approach, but she quickly lost interest in the taller male and turned back to the group when Lillian began speaking. "I could help look for him," she spoke softly, gazing up at those that had gathered. There was the firey-haired girl, the guy who she had yet to notice who shrouded himself in a cloak, and another woman who wore armor the color of the night. And previously there was a very tall man, however why he had just walked away was beyond the short blonde. However, as soon as she collected her thoughts, shouts caught her attention.


    "Did anyone else hear that?" She spoke, head snapping in the direction of where the voices were coming from. Without waiting for a response from any of the members of her group, she and her wolf were already sprinting into the dark alleyways of the small town. As she ran, Atlanta drew and arrow and nocked an arrow. She quickly came upon the open area that Garroth had decided on, and raised her bow at the soldiers. She was surprised to hear them refer to the shrouded figure as "your majesty", and she realized immediately that this was the Queen's son. He had seemingly ran away, and Atlanta supposed that he had good reason to do so.


    "Leave him alone," she spoke loudly, almost loud enough to constitute her words being a shout. While she barely knew who the assassin was, she decided that helping him would be more valuable to the group than not doing so.

    Johnathan stopped, he'd heard the shouts, and his own plans forming in his head were interrupted, he turned and rushed back as quickly as he could, only to find The Queen's son being cornered. He walked right past the girl demanding he be left alone with his ax in hand, though he had no initial intentions to draw blood with its blade. He brought the flat side of the ax's blade into the back one of the men's heads, the weapon thudding firmly against him and sending him stumbling away. He then brought his ax around, clashing it against a sword swung at him, steel meeting steel in a raspy, spark filled clang of the metal. He then went for a more brutish approach, punching one of the guards, as another came up on him unseen and brought his blade for a stab. He saw him just in time and moved back, narrowly missing being impaled, but having a small bit of blood drawn from himself unwillingly all the same. He returned the favor, grabbing the man's sword arm as he began to pull back and slamming the ax's blade into his gut, if they wanted blood he could supply it.

    Garroth turned his attention to the newcomer, hearing her speak to the guards to leave him. He stood in defensive, not sure what they would do. However, a familiar face came beside Atlanta, the asssassin saw him at the bar. He watched him come forward to the guards, and the fight ensues. Garroth deciding to join Jonathan in the fight , he kicked a guard from under his feat making the guard loose his footing. With a free hand, he gave the guard a punched in the face as the guard fell.


    "I must admit, good sir. That was a good blow!" He said to Jonathan, keeping his attention on the guards who were fixated on him.


    (sorry its short, low muse)

    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]Once again, Jonathan was making a mess of things and getting himself wounded. Again.


    With a complaining groan, Atlanta swiftly aimed her bow at a guard who was coming up behind Jonathan. Oh, no you don't! she thought before letting the arrow fly. It pierced the the guard in the bicep of his sword arm, and he cried out in pain as he dropped his weapon. Once again, Atlanta had made another perfect shot. She momentarily congratulated herself on her small triumph before nocking another arrow and letting that one shoot at the one Jonathan was attacking. The arrow met the soldier at his knee, and they staggered backwards before falling. Another congratulatory thought crossed her mind before she resumed fighting. She honestly expected these soldiers to be more resilient and well-trained, not just blind fighters with no thought to their attacks. Although, that might just be the mind of a sniper: to take out the most important targets first.


    The Queen's forces that had attacked Garroth seemed to be dwindling now, but the blonde still yet to have a way to confirm such a thought. However, a few of them now seemed to be fixed on Garroth, and she nocked another arrow with a sigh. As soon as she drew back the string, the arrow pierced through the air and struck one of them in the gut. That would hopefully deal with at least one of Garroth's opponents, but more were sure to come.

    Johnathan didn't even register the compliment from Garroth, though he certainly noticed the barrage of arrows raining on the guards, fully intending to thank the archer after the fight was over. He shrugged his shield on to his left arm as his ax took another life, hitting a guard in the neck as the man attempted to target Garroth, the last mistake he ever made. He ripped the blade out, releasing a small fountain of red, and then turned only to find another swinging at him, he bashed the weapon aside with his shield. This man was something of a more formidable foe, he recovered from being hit back by using the chance to take a higher swing, pulling his blade back down at Johnathan's head. He raised his shield up and the sword thudded in to it, momentarily stuck and never retrieved as the ax found it's way to the man's left arm, gut, then right knee. The three strikes were vicious and like a blur, the adrenaline pumping through Johnathan's blood had thrown out a normally rational man for a warrior.

    Raisa heard the same noise as Atlanta. 'What is it now?' After Atlanta took of in the direction of the noise so did Raisa. She wanted to figure out what was happening so she followed. Upon arriving at the scene she recognized Jonathan from earlier. 'It's only been maybe five minutes yet he's already manage to find another fight.'
    She also saw the soldiers and the cloaked man from earlier. It would seem that she won't be able to stay low, defiantly not with this crowd, like she had indented. She wanted to avoid confrontation unless needed but now seems like the best opportunity. Strategy wise fighting in group would be more effective then alone. Even if that wasn't the case ultimately it's best to thin the Queen's army when the chance arises even if it's not by much.
    From a distance Raisa pulled out her bow and helped the other archer with her arrows as well. She fired into the crowed of soldiers while avoiding the other's that were not soldiers.

    Lillian followed after the others, her mind unconsciously switching to a battle-ready state as the all too familiar sound of steel on steel reached her ears. Her eyes swept across the impromptu battlefield, and she dully registered the warrior from the bar fighting against the Queen's men in the thick of things. Her other acquaintances from the tavern were also there, providing support for each other and whittling down the number of enemies that they faced. Without realising it Lillian had drawn her own sword and shield, ready to join them - which turned out to be a better decision that she originally realised, as the 'twang' of an enemy bow sounded from the wall above them. Lillian raised her shield on instinct, and the arrow that had originally been destined for the rogue's head sunk into the wood instead.


    She directed a glare at the culprit, before turning to the bow-wielding girl at her side. "Deal with that, would you kindly?"


    Without waiting for a reply, she stepped forwards to join the fray, swinging her sword in an arc that blocked a blow aimed at her head. She trusted that the others could look out for themselves, and watch her back if necessary; whenever there was a lull in the conflict, she would do the same, occasionally intercepting the odd guard who made a break for the people providing ranged support.


    Luckily, it looked like the battle wouldn't last for too much longer. The number of guards was dwindling, and now only a few remained out of the group who had originally gone after the Queen's son. Lillian allowed a grim smile to grace her features.

    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]"I'd be happy to oblige," Atlanta spoke in response to Lillian's request. Drawing another arrow, Atlanta moved slightly so that she could get a better view of the archer in question. Once she had a good shot, she lined up her bow and sent the arrow flying. She wasn't aiming anywhere in particular, but the arrow found its place inside of the Queen's archer's shoulder, rendering their right arm useless. Eh, good enough. Truthfully, Atlanta was hoping that the arrow would embed itself in their eye, but both shots would have accomplished the same effect, so it really didn't matter all that much.


    Atlanta was honestly surprised to think that out of all the soldiers here, only a few of them had the wits to approach the ranged supports, being herself and the girl from earlier who wore all black. Any attempts made at taking them out resulted in failure due to Lillian, but one would have thought that the archers would be a priority, not attacking the Queen's son. Not that she was complaining, though. Having someone to watch her back as well as stupid targets wasn't all that bad, and that she was grateful for. She idly sent a few more arrows at a couple more soldiers, just barely missing one of them.

    With most of the Queen's guards been defeated by the group and only few remained, one guard tried to run away from the group. Panting a little, Garroth glanced at the guard who cowardly attempted to escape. "Looks like one is trying to escape!" His eyes narrowed slightly, turning to his attention to the guard he was fighting, in mere seconds, the guard landed a blow on the assassin, landing his sword on the assassins left arm, causing blood to come from where the blade pierced his skin. Garroth let out a pained grunt, trying to keep his focus on his enemy at the current moment and with the hand that held his dagger, he aimed for the guard's hand that held the sword, piercing it with a hard movement of his hand.


    The guard let go of the sword, blood rushing out of the hand intensely.

    Johnathan brought his ax down into the skull of the second to last guard, the one who'd fled out of his reach, he'd finished off the man Garroth had stabbed and then turned to the assassin himself. "He got you fairly badly... I'd bandage it myself but I've got no things suitable for it, but if you don't get that thing fixed up it could get infected." He returned its ax to the place it normally rested as his side, blood dripping off of its blade as he slung his shield back over his shoulder and took in the gruesome scene around them.

    [center][fancypost=background-color: transparent; width: 400px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][align=justify][font=georgia]The fighting ended as soon as it began. Once they were fighting vigorously, and then the next the dispatch of soldiers lay dead at the group's feet. Atlanta zighed as she began to pull her bow over her head so it clutched her body and would not fall off as she walked. She was nearly through doing so when she heard Jonathan's remark about Garroth needing to get bandages before the wound became infected. She gazed with bright eyes at the injured assassin before choosing to bound over to them.


    The short blonde jerked her hands out before remembering that some people may be uncomfortable with a stranger healing them, and a few people she had met were flat out uncomfortable with letting a wound heal unnaturally through magic. She hadn't asked Jonathan earlier, but the short blonde would now. "I can help you with this. Is it alright if I heal you?" she spoke, looking up at Garroth.

    Lillian stood, panting, as the rush of adrenaline slowly left her system. It took her a few minutes to unwind, and she spent that time making her way across the street of fallen guardsmen, checking them as she went to ensure that none posed any further threat. Content that all had been appropriately dealt with, she slid her sword back into its sheath and went to join the others. Talk of healing and wounds brought her thoughts back to her own state of health. Now that her mind was no longer solely focused on merely staying alive, she began to feel the usual aches and pains that came with combat with renewed intensity. A tear of cloth was enough to deal with the worst of her flesh wounds - a small gash on her upper arm - so she settled in, waiting for the others to see to themselves. She kept a curious eye on the archer, not having seen their healing magic earlier.

    "Now that that's over" Raisa mumbled to herself. She put the bow back on her back and the arrow in her hand in its quiver. Taking the calm she searched the bodies for anything of use or value. Most of them didn't Carry a lot on them but she found some coin. She also used this chance to reclaim some of her arrows. After her quick walkthough she returned to the group to see how the others were. Looking around at them she saw some of them wounded. Atlanta was attending to the assassin who had been injured. Raisa's attention turned to Lillian next. She seemed fine at first glance but when looking closer she could see the small gash on her arm. Raisa didn't have anything to help with it but she walked over to her anyway. "Is you arm okay?" She wanted to make sure it wasn't anything serious.

    Lillian blinked and looked up as the other girl called out to her. "Oh, yes," she replied after a couple of moments. "It isn't too deep, and its nothing time can't heal. Though, I do need to replenish my supply of potions, and such. I didn't get the chance to look around the town before now - I don't suppose you've seen an apothecary anywhere nearby?"

    As she spoke she rolled her shoulder, testing for any further aches or pains. Luckily, none came, so she was confident in her self-diagnoses. "And are you okay, I should ask?" she continued, hurriedly following on from where she'd left off. "I lost track of you in the fight. Your work with the bow was very much appreciated, though."