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[cielo]

Al slunk further into the shadows as he heard someone coming up the stairs, slowing and quieting his breathing. There was something inherently magical about the person, or thing he knew was about ten feet away, but he hadn't met it before; it felt alien.

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Enzo's breath caught as something flickered across his view of the balcony door. He carefully put away the grey-black arrow and instead nocked a white one. This could get bad soon.

[yaypenguins]

Ruhiel was taken aback. This person knew the truth about him! Stepping aside, our Hero sat down and placed his hand on his chin.

"Hm....I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting something...."

Fluffy flew onto Ruhiel's head and buzzed softly, then went to sleep.

[Snood]

".."

Nash looked outside for a moment, no one seemed to be here other than the odd traveler strolling down the street. [I]He couldn't have gone far, I still feel his aura.. i'll wait for him.

[cielo]

Whatever it was, the thing stopped moving, and a moment later there was a tap on the inside wall. Another tap, closer. Another. Another.

Oh crap.

Realization struck too late, and it tapped where Al was leaning against the wall; it was a minuscule difference in sound, but apparently enough. The footsteps came quickly, and Al was on the move; he didn't leap off the balcony per se, but there was much haste in his scrambling over the side while hanging on to the railing.

Al caught a glimpse of a dark cloak as he fell, remembered himself, rolled (surprisingly, perfectly) when he hit the ground, and looked up.

There was something peering out over the railing ten feet above him, and a little voice in the back of his head told Al he should be able to see inside the hood, but he couldn't; it was like it was a shroud within a shroud.

The hood snapped up at the same time as a white arrow cleared the street, and probably would have taken the thing in its face if it hadn't moved and received it by the shoulder instead. It didn't make a noise itself, but there was a thunk and the hooded thing fell backwards, caught itself on the railing, and impossibly vaulted across the street to wherever the arrow had come from.

Al stared, dumbfounded, and speed walked back to the inn's front door. He needed his coat from the room he'd rented if he was going to run.

[Snood]

Nash saw everything happen from the corner of the street, and quickly rushed over to Albaea. "You seem to be in a slight pickle, do you know how to fight?" The Evangelist said as he unsheathed his sword and unstrapped his shield. The blade seemed to have a skull adorning the very bottom of the hilt.

The man's face seemed concerned, and awaited Al's response

[cielo]

(Aight, I waited.)

"Nope. Never learned."

He pushed into the inn, through the throng of people, up the stairs, and was back down in less than a minute, dropping his room key off at the bar and getting a small refund for not using the inn that night.

He didn't have time to be angry about the money he'd lost, because from what he'd seen that thing do (not get dropped by an arrow to the shoulder, jump ten feet from a standing position), it obviously wasn't human and apparently it was looking for him.

[yaypenguins]

Ruhiel still sat in the hall, murmering quietly to himself about something he forgot. Meanwhile, Fluffy noticed Al's rushed exit from the inn and followed him outside. He landed on a signpost near Albaea and buzzed softly, trying to communicate that he wanted to help.

[Snood]

Nash followed Albaea, and tried to reason with him, "You shouldn't carry a powerful magical artefact around boy." He seemed to have noticed the amulet Al was hiding under his clothes, "Why don't you give it to me and it'll go after me, for I'm pretty sure I can dispatch whatever's after you."

[cielo]

"As if."

Al shrugged into his coat and looked over his shoulder as he exited the inn. Out of curiousity and against common sense, he turned on a heel and headed back to the street he had escaped from.

[Snood]

"Listen you stubborn little ****, do you want to die or not?"

It were surprisingly harsh words, considering the man was supposed to be a Saint. Nash grabbed Al by the shoulders and looked him into the eyes.

"Yes or no?"

[yaypenguins]

As an avatar of justice, Fluffy could not stand for such harsh treatment! He knew what he had to do. Flying around Nash's head, he buzzed very loudly. If a small mosquito's buzzing could annoy a human, Fluffy's was sure to do some damage.

[cielo]

Al slipped backwards. "Nope. I'm just curious."

He rounded the corner in time to see a definitely man-shaped glob of shadows slamming a hooded, cloaked thing into the wall and pin it there with the same white-shafted arrow from before, a display of superhuman strength the likes of which Albaea hadn't seen for... well, about four minutes, when the now-pinned thing had jumped ten feet.

He stood quietly and watched as the man-shadow rammed a dagger into the cloaked thing's head, and it seemed to flicker, before fading completely into darkness and leaving the dagger to drop to the ground.

"Huh."

Al's sound betrayed him, and the man-shadow's head snapped towards him, yanked the arrow out of the wall, and managed to scale said wall in a flash, forgetting the dagger.